There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
-Dracula, by Bram Stoker
Wretched is he whose only memories consist of agonized struggle and purging flame. I watched most of my family perish beneath the electrified claws of the Wizard. There is not much left for me. These strangers come; for good or ill, I know not which. They make promises. I heed them. Why shouldn't I? I could drink mead as though it were nepenthe - or I could I follow the strangers to the black gates of the Wizard's Tower. Death awaits me either way.
-Mikhael Verse, Peddler