The Wizard was at home on this rainy day. His day certainly was not busy at all but outside, the villagers of bottom dwellers, Hunters, and apprentices toiled and endeavored to no relent. He sat down having coffee as usual. He no longer drank it for its taste, but rather for the sake of drinking it, in hopes of his day running smoothly. To an extent, it was like a lucky charm he never traversed with.
He had spent many long years, and never once had he been deterred from having his recurrent cup of coffee. Never once. He had built a colony from the ground up autonomously. But perhaps it was time he retired as the mighty Wizard, simply take on the role of a simple old man, living in the Government house.
