After ascending the staircase, Tobias found himself in a large room, filled to the brim with staves, books, magical relics, everything. It all centered around a large table, a singular man sitting at the end, looking towards Tobias with a dark scowl. [color=fff79a]"So [i]you're[/i] the mercenary I've heard so much about."[/color] The man's voice sounded sinister, resembling the sound you would hear when you scraped your nails on a chalkboard, but a lot deeper. His robes showed that he was a man of elegance and business, but he loved to mess around with the powers granted by the arcane forces of the world. In front of him rested a closed scroll and a large bag of what looked like coins. [color=fff79a]"I have to say, I didn't expect you to be one of those... tall dwarves? You look like any old human, like me."[/color]

The man stood, from his seat, walking along the outside of the table with his hands concealed behind his back. [color=fff79a]"Ah, but you're not here for me to make simple talk with,"[/color] the man said as he pointed towards Tobias with a very bony hand. [color=fff79a]"You're here because of something else. Fame? Wealth? Maybe something more personal? Whatever it is, I'm sure I can grant it."[/color]