He called an emergency session of the High Council. And did it while impersonating the Grand Sorcerer.
A bold move, but the sorcerer’s apprentice was confident. This new spell he had conjured up was revolutionary and he couldn’t wait to demonstrate it for the King’s most trusted advisors.
Only his confidence was woefully misplaced.
Rather than bestowing the gift of reading minds to these powerful men, the group ended up with nothing more than bloody noses.
As guards dragged him down through the dungeon, the young wizard had an idea for a new spell: the cure for an outsized ego.
The Weekday One Hundred 