I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

For I am death. And I am not the end - I am a beginning.

Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

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.

Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.