LogFAQs > #879071524

The wizard's eyes look you over, expecting a favorable reply. But there is only motionless silence as you lay there doing nothing.

"Well? Come on, yes or no, I have important wizard things to do! Hurry up!" The wizard practically shouts in your direction.

You continue doing nothing, feeling a bit less alive than previously thought. Also a bit wet. Water, that's what put out your fire and invigorated you, not some wizard spell! In fact, this wizard is a bit on the scruffy side and has some flies buzzing around him.

The reality of your situation sinks in as you realize that this wizard is not, in fact, a wizard at all, but a common crazy bum who probably threw something on fire at your previous handler and the fire spread onto you.

Content that everything that transpired makes a reasonable amount of sense, you find your narrative agency slip away. You are a baseball bat and do not get to make choices. In the days to come, you will likely be used as a deterrent or tossed into an oil barrel fire for warmth.

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