Muriel: Arcian was a childhood friend of mine. We studied the art of sorcery together but later, our ways parted ...
Whereas I stayed here to instruct young new sorcerers, he devoted his life to his own studies ...
Since his experiments tended to become a bit dangerous and he wanted to further explore a magic phenomenon he discovered in the Plains of Havoc anyway, he moved there and took his wife and his two assistants with him ...
We stayed in contact for a while and he maintained a one-way teleporter to the academy. As I was missing any message from him for some time, I travelled to the plains to learn what might have happened ...
I found the house overrun by ghouls, and no living soul. I have to assume that those ghouls have killed them and dragged everyone in their lairs. I left as soon as I could ...
I wouldn't have wanted to see what they've done to my old friend. It's a sad story indeed.
Muriel: He's not a jester but a poor joke himself.
Muriel: I don't think he's any competition. I rarely see him anyway and I don't deem his skills noteworthy.
Muriel: She is quite proud of her puny magic tricks.
Muriel: I wonder how he actually got these awesome powers.
Muriel: Knights! Children with swords. Not worth of any attention.
Muriel: Greetings, Broulf Bendezeris! Looking for wisdom and power, eh?
Muriel: I'm the second sorcerer. I'm selling spellbooks and spells.
Muriel: The king is a patron of the arcane arts.
Muriel: Laira was the wife of my childhood friend Arcian. She was a warm and caring person. I hope she had not to suffer for long as ... she was killed by the undead. Sorry, I don't want to speak about that matter anymore.
Muriel: She keeps the whole wisdom of our ancestors and leads our guild.
Muriel: Pretty and competent.
Muriel: Marvik and his sorcerers lack spells with real power.
Muriel: I don't like jokes about my name!
Muriel: You may call me Muriel.
Muriel: Our guild is working on a new spell, but I won't give away any details yet.
Muriel: Only his boss keeps him from being burnt to ashes.
Muriel: Porgol was a quite bright student, although a bit overambitious. I was surprised when he agreed to accompany my friend Arcian to the Plains of Havoc to support him in his studies ...
I was quite sure he'd rather study at the Edron academy instead. But sometimes people surprise one in a positive way. All the more it is tragic he found his death in this assault of undead on Arcian's house.
Muriel: Of course, power is the most important thing in the universe.
Muriel: He has some minor magic powers.
Muriel: A sorcerer spends his lifetime studying spells to gain power.
Player: Spells (non sorcerer)
Muriel: Sorry, I only sell spells to sorcerers.
Muriel: Time is unimportant.
Muriel: He has our permission to sell mana fluids.