The Wizard tower is cluttered with book shelves and wooden tables. Every shelf is filled to the brim with books, stacked vertically and horizontally in every which way, and books lay scattered across the tables falling onto the cold stone floors below. There sit's a shelf with a variety of strange potions and powders, as well as various wands.
entryway to the wizards tower, Inside Tower
deity
member
I am a member of the Cult of the Doomed from the mountain. I believe we will all die soon. I have a wasting illness and smell like soured sweat.
Ah! Resplendent immortal! Forgive my gaping jaw. I have never beheld one such as yourself. Please, do tell me; do you intend to rend my pitiful soul from this mortal coil at last? Dear god/me! What has brought you to this state, my child? It is no special state, O Deity. Merely the eventual end for us lowly mortals. I, in my weakness, descended from the mountain to beg our wise Wizard for a tonic to dull my pain. Ah. I see, so it is merely this physical pain that brings you so low. Go to those shelves, and pull down a potions book. I am ashamed, Deity, to admit never learned my letters. The only knowledge I possess is that Death waits near. In your infinite wisdom, will you guide my sickly hand? 1st shelf on the right, 3rd row, 9th book.  Thank you, Great Immortal! I shall fetch the tome. If it does not offend, pray, what brings you to our Wizard's tower? Has he angered you? I sensed a presence in distress, though your head wizard has grown pompus in his age and experience. I intend to bring him back to the right paths as well, it seems as though I found the distressed presence, so I shall tend to you first. Many, many thanks, Great One! May I be so bold as to embrace you? You may, and with that be healed. I was going to have you throw the tome out the window anyways. Pathetic fool! There is no deity but Death herself, whom I serve from the mountain! Doom is upon thee! With my embrace, you have embraced your fate. A wasting illness that none have known before. It transcends even divinity! For the end is nigh! I came for the old fool wizard, who attempts to cure with his pathetic potions. And yet, the Death reigns and I am merely her messenger.  Then I smite you as an enemy of the light. For no darkness can prevail where there is light. Death may believe her curses to be transcendent, but she is the fool.