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Before too long, you're flying over a barren wasteland filled with little more than compacted ice and snow. The freezing temperatures bring back unpleasant memories of what was once your home, so you accelerate your flight in order to minimize your stay here. Flying back and forth across the tundra, you end up wasting at least an hour trying to find the blasted tower, the only thing of note anywhere out here being a tiny and insignificant village.
That is, until a stirring snowstorm blows some ice around something invisible even to your eyes a few miles out from said village...even knowing it was likely to be magically shielded from sight didn't seem to aid you in finding it, frustratingly enough. But now that you have a clue, you fly over to the area of the strange occurrence, glancing about curiously.
As soon as you cross an unknown threshold, the tower suddenly comes into view, shimmering to life as though it was always there. You smirk confidently to yourself, and come to a landing right outside of the tower, shrinking yourself down in the process so as to not overly intimidate the wizard before you get what you want. You knock thrice upon the door, and hear some muffled shouting on the other side, from deeper within the tower.
After a minute and quite a few locks being undone, the door opens to reveal the tower's owner, dressed in a most peculiar fashion and standing only about waist high even in your reduced form. You're taken a little off guard by it, to be honest, as you were expecting a taller and more imposing figure...
"Oh my, I simply was not expecting visitors today! Can I help you, traveler?" The wizard asks, and you fight to suppress your malicious grin in favor of trying to put on a polite smile. Getting what you want would require tact...
"I'm hoping so. I've been looking for a renowned wizard that's said to live in this area. Is that you?" You ask, subtly manoeuvring your foot to the edge of the doorway in case he tries to close it on you.
"Ah, indeed, indeed! I am the Great Wizard Nahl Ife!" He introduces himself, flourishing to give a bow. Faster than he could possibly see or react to, your hand swipes out, taking his jaw with it. For the first few seconds he doesn't react whatsoever, your movement so clean and quick that his nerves don't register what happened...but when he does realize, he gurgles out a scream in a sudden panic. The look in his eyes is one of fear, and it asks the question of why you did it.
"Nahl Ife, say your name!" You proclaim, holding out the gourd and removing the stopper from it. The look in his eyes show even greater panic as he seems to recognize what you hold, but with his mouth completely destroyed, he's unable to do as requested...and within a few seconds, the gourd releases a pink mist that sweeps out over his form. He screams and struggles as it draws him into the mouth of the gourd, all while you cackle victoriously. You would not drink it yet...it would be your surprise.
