The Sorcerer

The Sorcerer has arrived from a plagued world with the Circle of Protection holding. A catchy melody over a cacophony is eminating from behind the Sorceror. You smell fresh air and tobacco leaves. Upon the sorcerors feet and contrasting starkly from his brighly colored robes are a pair of brown and black leather boots. You get the feeling that this Sorceror doesn’t run from trolls or dragons or outer gods.