Ugh, no, not old. Wizard, though, absolutely that one. Good job on being one of the, uh, three people in this city that know what wizards are ‘cuz I’m in no mood to explain that.

[Sorry, Edgar, he’s pretty much always like this. Regardless, he sniffles a little, tries to stop the weird ache that’s taking over his bones. Ugh. This sucks, actually. All of this sucks.]

There’s just no point to this. What’re they trying to do, revive the four horsemen of the apocalypse next? City sure looks like it.