The grumpy old wizard stepped into the crowded tavern.
“Move!” he barked. There was blue light dancing between his fingers.
The crowd parted: orcs, goblins and barbarians left him a clear path to the bar.
“Let me get you the house special,” said the savvy bartender.
She presented him with a steaming mug that let off a pleasant scent. “Why don’t you sit down, take a load off?” she said.
Two regulars hastily left a table and the wizard sat down and tentatively tasted the drink.
“Did you give him extra strong ale?” asked a goblin.
“No, I reckon he’d be a mean drunk. Just a mild sedative. The #spice masks the taste.”
The wizard was leaning back on his chair, gently snoring, with a rare smile.
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