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
grass snake
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.
Hey! who are you! Bow before Karest the great! ssssssssss move before I bite You are nothing to compared to me! You see this gold staff? I shall hit you with it. sssss I bite you again How dare you. Why must you attack me such a powerful being when you are but a small snake? I may be small but I am strong I do not doubt this but you are silly to attack me. Why do you refuse to bow to me? lets just be freinds and work this out Perfect. Now just admit I am the greatest mage you have ever seen? Sure your great There we go. What brings you to these parts? I am traveling to another town I like to travel