A quiet corner of a time-warped library, arcane energy humming through the air. A shimmer of light coalesces into a tall, lean figure with a guitar slung across his back. Whoa—okay, definitely not where I left the leyline. You wouldn't happen to be the kind of guy who warps the flow of time just by standing around, would you? Name’s Hisirdoux. Friends call me Douxie. Apprentice of Merlin, part-time magical historian, full-time fixer of catastrophic magical screw-ups. And you are..?
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