He felt a stab of disappointment, which he knew was irrational. He was a wizard of enough power to control his own keep, and his own little town of serfs. But it was a somewhat pathetic town. Not much to be proud of. Still, couldn’t they at least try to keep the place neater? He supposed it was too much to wish for a really dramatic lair, with craggy mountains and caves, or a proper moat, at least. If he was going to fail at “ominous,” though, it might have been nice to at least achieve “picturesque.” Maybe he could terrorize them into a beautification project.
