Great balls of fire

Breakfast is eggs and bacon, toast and coffee. Awesome.

Some strange wizard off the cost of Belkora is causing concern, and the oncoming winter seems to be utterly horrible. The wizard is selling his services to all and sundry, which the powers that be there probably don’t like, and he appears to run away the moment anyone mentions his past, up to and including the question “where are you from?”
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The sand man

Seek the elder servant now

Hot Potato

Fur, teeth and splinters

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