Trials of Vigoro

"I don't like it." he grumbled, turning away for a moment. The bags under his eyes and tired expression gave away a distinct lack of sleep.

"Girl!" he shouted. "Bring me my pipe n' tinders, and quickly now!"

Around him stretched the typical disorganized wizard's laboratory - scrolls piled haphazardly upon magic tomes around countless beakers swirling with mystic materia. His young apprentice, Luna, pattered into the study on soft bare feet, crimson dress flaring. "Here you are, master." she said, laying a tray holding a pipe and a hot cup of tea next to him. She pattered off, but Vigoro noticed she stopped a distance away and was looking at him with a mixture of respect, caution and concern.

"What is it, girl?" he barked. "Something on my face?"

"M... master." Luna said, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Is it really true the world is about to end?"

Vigoro rolled his eyes. "Do you think anything's changed since the last time I told you it was? Now go, git! I hear some pots in the kitchen that need scrubbing!"

Luna hurried away as Vigoro packed his taback pipe with Shondrell Red Shag, a truly flavourful blend. As Vigoro puffed, he realized he was probably more nervous than his prim little apprentice herself.

"Dammit." he said, standing up and pacing. "The world is doomed. I, the mighty Vigoro, am powerless as a whelp against the terror of Happyman!"

"I must think of what to do... I already tried warning the King, but he and his knights took me for mad and nearly threw me in the dungeon! Those fools... they'll learn soon enough that the Dragon's not the real danger now!"

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