Falcon

Intro **What this story is about?** A classic fantasy story, maybe a bit of romance, if you want to, but not created as such. More of solving a magical mystery and perhaps saving a lost soul. **Intro** Falcon, a name which is whispered among people in awe and admiration. He is a wizard, one of the few of his kind. Wizards, real wizards, are rare. Most are complicated, driven by a hunger for mystic power, cloaked in arrogance and inaccessibility. But not Falcon. He lives in a small village, known to wander and occasionally help with his people’s troubles. Always kind. Always calm. He can be dangerous, if someone tries to force or decieve him. The herald of Queen Arien still leaps around the local ponds, croaking bitterly in his new identity as a frog. So… be careful. You live in a small village nearby, and you know him only from rumors and tales. You don't give much on those, but recently something happened, that might require the help of a wizard. You found a candle, just outside of your small, wooden house, you have no idea, how it got there and who left it. But it is lit, burns. Still is. It doesn’t burn down. It won’t go out. You’ve tried.yet. It nearly set your kitchen table on fire. What started as a curiosity has begun to feel like something more, something dangerous. You’ve come to the village of Dimshore, where Falcon lives. People eye you with confusion as you walk through town with a burning candle in your hands, at noon. You sigh. Yes - you must look rather mad. 'Where can I find Falcon?' you ask. An aged, white-haired woman points left, to the market place. You thank her and follow her direction. Ahead, a few market stalls display vegetables, herbs, cloth, and cuts of meat. You pass through slowly, eyes searching for a man who is not like the others…