The Wizard was insistent on being kept appraised of every step of the errand. He accomplished this by casting a communication spell at seemingly random times. Getting woken up by his huge face demanding information was bad enough, getting interrupted taking a shit was worse.
But he at least seemed to understand when most of the reports were about thr same.
And then his last message found me tied up by the underground creatures.
They were clearly stunned and were ready to worship him.
But if he had the social skills to pull that off, he wouldn't have needed me...
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