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.
What is it you need me to make? I need an immunity potion. I feel like someone is going to poison me. What did you do this time? I don't have the time to deal with you. I did nothing! People want me dead becausae I'm an ugly goblin! Well you are. I'll do this myself! I don't need you. Good. I didn't want to do it anyway. Lazy Mage, what good are you! Mages like you ruin this city! I can't be bother with people like you. Shut your mouth. Get off of me! You are worthless Mage.