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"Oh, you're here for him."
It was the same refrain that you had heard from every one in this town. The first time you had heard it was at an inn two day's walk from the outskirts of this place from a veteran warrior. She spoke in hushed tones with a longing look in her one good eye.
As you drew closer the tales grew more frequent. A few even delved into the absurd. By the time you reached the farms just outside the town center you had heard enough to write a book about this so-called warlock and that was before every patron in the next inn said those same words.
"You're here for him."
A youthful healer had given you the most informstion. The woman smiled and squirmed in her seat as she recounted the story. The him in this case was an adventurer who had his best days behind him. In his prime he had been a fearsome mage, sought out by only the most daring parties who needed his particular set of skills for their quests. He drank deep and sowed his wild oats all over the land. Many wondered exactly how he survived such danger, but all he did was smile, down his ale, and find the another tavern wench for the night.
Him.
An orc priestess related the next chapter. For some reason he decided to stop venturing out into the far reaches of the world. Instead he set up a cabin just on the edge of a town known for almost nothing. On the coast, the cliffs nearby made it too dangerous for a true port. Far from the woods it wasn't good for lumber or hunting. There was farmland aplenty and an ominous looking range of spiked peaks in the distance. And this was now his home.
Once the question stopped, the lessons began. You had heard it over and over again. The lecherous old mage took all students but the ones who excelled were all women. It sounded strange until one story from a shadow clad elf woman made it clear.
Over a horn of mead she laughed.
"Him? That old bugger? He fucks them. Every last woman. And in return he teaches them true magic. And you know what?"
She held up her fingers and conjured up a dark flame.
"Absolutely worth it. Even if he can be a bit of an ass."
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