It was DESPERATION that found you on a SOUTHBOUND TRAIN kicking up dust on SOME PLANETARY BACKWATER OR ANOTHER where the locals lacked a certain appreciation for the difference between wizards and sorcerers, let alone the finer points of land to spell distribution. So imagine your surprise when from some unseen speaker a GLORIOUS ANTHEM heralded the arrival of ANGELS OF ARTIFICE PLUCKED FROM THE BLIND ETERNITIES THEMSELVES, manifested about you as if called from the very aether, piercing red eyes fixed on winnowing your immortal soul from your malleable shell like the chaff it was. You failed to notice the entire train was rigged to explode, such was the calibre of artistry manifest in the combat encounter.
You barely escaped with your life.
Needless to say, this was the BEST RESUME you have ever received, and the first of many MAGIC FRIDAYS to come.
Simply going about the weekly tournament without that ENGINEER’S ZEAL would be an entire grocery list of fool’s errands. It IS getting late, though, even for him. Maybe you should try to find out what his deal is, or to be more precise, which of his many deals has specifically gotten in the way of the most important night this week. His deals are honestly frightening in their number and intricacy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear an arbitrarily acquired single-minded obsession over a 90’s card game was the only thing holding all those deals together.
Thankfully, you do know better. You style yourself as a MIND MAGE (which is to say, a PSYCHOLOGIST WITH A KILL COUNT), and it is your professional opinion that nothing is holding those deals together at all! You’ve got to get a hold of him so he can get a hold of getting a hold of them.
That’s what THERAPY is all about.