My own worst enemy
A wizard discovers his worst enemy.“Only twelve gold pieces good sir, a bargain!” Said the weaselly looking stall worker. I never pass up a chance to look for rare or unusual spell components whenever I come across a bazaar. What does bother me though, is that every stall worker from the High Forest to the Great Sea always tried passing off junk as if it were imbued with powerful magic. I may be young for a wizard, but I am no fool. “What could possibly co...