You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.

Let's see. I hail from Waterdeep, the City of Splendours. I'm a wizard of considerable acclaim and scholar of exceptional accomplishment. I have a cat, a library and a weakness for a good glass of wine. And if the mood takes me I'm known to try my hand at poetry.

How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?