He sits in his House of Magic, sitting in his large chair with his long black robes flowing over the sides. He sits, holding a pendant of his loved one from long ago, one he brought back from death many moons ago.

His shop is run down from the years of service he has provided to the families who have asked him to bring someone back from the icy grip of death.

People come in from time to time. The Smith family, the Mercators, all asking the same thing over and over but never having enough items to work with. They never bring what he asks for.

He pays that no matter. He only longs for one person. The one whom he brought back to life, the one who holds his heart. Elmoren.