Keep walking

You keep walking, doing your best to shrug off the being-watched feeling, and soon enough arrive at the door to the old wizards' tower.  You knock.

The old wizard's face appears on the viewpane by the door, his wizened voice crackling from the audio crystal.

"Who goes there?"

You reply "Hello Kemvar, it's me, Arrith."

"Arrith!  Well, isn't that a surprise!  Come on in!"  The door opens, and you step inside.

The wizard's familiar, a talking white cat, converses with you sparingly until the old man makes his way down the stairs to greet you in person.

"Hello my son!" he greets in a booming voice, which you are more or less sure is amplified by magic.  "How fairs the day for thee?"

The End

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