"Aye, I am certain, Master. If ye will not help me, then I will go through with this alone. I already have a tool."
The older man sat for a long time, looking into the fire. It burned slowly and without much crackling sounds. The fire was the only thing that lit up the cabin, spreading its light in a small area around the fireplace.

"Do you also know the prize of this?"

Dardan looked the ageing mage in his eyes and nodded.

"I know. 'Tis a high prize but I think 'tis necessary." For awhile they stood there in silence. Then the old magician stood up and walked slowly across the room to a large cabinet that were encircled with runes and magical symbols. He opened the door and looked inside. Inside the cabinet a robe hung with a hat hanging on the door. On the floor of the cabinet two boots were placed. All four of the items were coloured in a bright orange shade. The old magician turned and faced Dardan.

"Are you certain that you want to change your life like this, Dardan?"
Dardan didn't say anything, but nodded and walked to the cabinet. He gave the staff to the old mage and then he took the clothing from the cabinet and put it on. The gleaming in the old magicians eyes brightened when he held the staff.

"You have found a good tool, Dardan. It has started already."
Dardan nodded a little while putting on a boot.

"Aye, a powerful magician named Gwen used destructive magic close to it yesterday. Then another witch called Morwen tried to counter its magics with a blessing."
The old mage chuckled.

"Be careful about that, Dardan. It is not meant to gather such powers."
Dardan nodded and took the staff from the old mage. He then made a deep bow and waved. He made his farewell and disappeared into nothingness. The old mage walked back to his chair and sat down with a little sigh.

Dardan appeared behind the tavern and looked around on the quiet and empty street of Deepwater. He stood there for awhile and cleaned his mind from other thoughts while trying to concentrate on the task at hand.