The Tower stands tall, built of the best stone with a number of odd runes that only the local mages truly know how to read. Despite age the stones do not crumble, and stand ever vigilante as a watch station for the city.
Within the walls of the city, Inside Tower
goblin
mage
I am tired of these dead end jobs.  I am no half-baked mage.  I am Karest the Great!  I have a staff of purest gold and I know how to use it.  Yet here I am with these no-talent mages.
Hush Goblin. You are in the presence of Karest the Great! Hmph... Karest the Great! Sounds like a ridiculous name! I came here to help. Don't mock me. Help with what? If you wanted to truly help, you'd get out of my sight! I avoid people for a reason, so I can be able to stay alive! I am a mage. I don't want to hurt you or let others know you are here. Fiiiine. Then why would you be here, it's for the runes, isn't it? No. That's dead end work. I want something to Make Me Great Again. Like what? I'm not sure. These walls hold secrets nobody knows. I am hoping to find a spell to make everyone see I am the greatest! Karest the Great! Alright I get it! I'll let you look at the walls, maybe there's a spell in there. I don't know, I haven't bothered to check. Why haven't you looked? You just sit around scarying the townspeople? No, I just plan to live here alone and hide from other people and the sunlight. That's what I've always done.