Through a smokey haze that filled his crystal ball, an old wizard watched as the respected warrior dressed in tattered animal skins fell. As the image dissapated, he sniffed and pulled a leatherbound journal from his desk and quickly scribbled the date on the warrior's dossier.
"
Two weeks, what a shame,
"
he muttered to himself, marking the page with a large red
X
. "
He came so highly recommended.
"
Flipping the pages, he shook his head and sighed. Dead. Dead. Dead. No, none of these had been right.
"
Is there no one in this wretched world worth th-...
"
His voice trailed off as he reached the section of his journal labeled
"Possibles"
. He read and reread the dossier before him, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.
"
You're perfect!
"