I need to advance again. I want to be able to spend forever with her, and I am aging by the day. Sure, it’s slow, but I don’t want to look like Mr. Wrinkles—Artorian that is—by the time I’m a Mage. Can you help me?” “Woof.” Dale shook his head and grinned. “That’s pretty rough, Hans! Have you tried this little blue potion I’ve been hearing abou–”
