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.
Hello goblin.  You are lucky to be standing with me, Karest the Great!! Why do you say that? It is your lucky day, I am here to transform you into a man today. A tall man? The very tallest, and smartest and skilled.  I have a new spell I am ready to try. Will I have a lot of chest hair though? Do you want a lot of chest hair?  I can make it either way. Well yeah all the ladies like that right? Aye, I'll give you a silver tongue and a head full of hair. Excellent, I will have to get used to not eating bugs then. Aye, are you ready to say goodbye to your goblin form? I most certainly am, it sucks living in a cave!