Off to See the Wizard

"Perhaps he could restore our memories," the redhead suggested.

"I have some money," the man said. "I've no idea whether it will be enough, though."

"There's only one way to find out," the magic user responded. "Come on." She led the way into the wizard's shop.

Behind the counter, rather than the imposing grey-bearded figure that they had rather been expecting, was a lad in his late teens. "Can I help you?" he asked them politely, in rather a squeaky voice.

"Are you the wizard?" the magic user asked.

1. "Yep, I'm Walwyn. If you think that I look a little young, well my youthening spell was a little stronger than I'd intended. I'm actually 83."
2. "He's out the back. I'll fetch him."
3. "I afraid he's out for the day. He left me minding the shop. I'm his apprentice, Jolyon. Perhaps I can help you? I've just passed my Level 3 wizarding exams, so I'm pretty good."

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