CHARMS WE LOVE:
The Mage
After several lights’ journey into the forest, a ghostly wisp of chimney smoke drew the Paladin to the Mage’s cottage. Stepping inside, she was met with a familiar smell of parchment, lavender, and woodsmoke. A fire roared in the hearth.
As the Mage tended to the fire, the flames danced celestially across the silver threaded galaxy embroidered on the divining cone perched atop their ancient head. The brilliant stars and moons twinkled as they did under the torchlight of the Phrontistery’s halls many orbits ago…