"Not sure what you're asking. We...talked some, sure-before and after. His name was Mark...he was a nice enough fella. We talked shop. Back then I was just running the shop part-time for my mother. He was a wizard, newly graduated he says. Told me he was looking for something...said he wanted to figure out how to combine the powers of what he called 'arcane and divine'. Said there was a link we were all missing...well, you'd think he was the sort of guy to take on the world and win. He swaggered in here like a real Hero, gave me the most charming smile you'd ever seen..."
Risey smiles sadly, perhaps leaving some things unsaid.
"Afterwards, I don't think he recognized me. You could still see the man he was, on good days. But wherever he's gone, I don't think he's coming back.
If you're looking for him, it's known by those that care for him-we around here can have pity for a man who fell on such bad fortunes. We used to leave things for him, by the big Sapporwill trees. Small gifts and offerings. He may be mad, but he did know what we do for them-and he helped people, in the ways he could. Folks around here are more worried about him, than afraid. 'Course they don't know what magic can do...
Anyways, you could leave him a gift at one of those trees, and a note. He might meet you. Depending if he's feeling sensible. He ain't been feeling really sensible lately, I'm sorry to say. Before I'd see a poor man who needed help...now I'm a bit afraid, like he's turning into a dog that might be apt to bite you.
Lots of things I can cure, and that man is beyond me ever, I know that."