My inferiors (you people) call me “Wiz,” or more often, “The Wiz.” You have seen me around, I’m certain, tirelessly amassing threads for my underlings to enjoy in their day-to-day lives. Homes, stores, stretches of forest - all of these things, right down to your corner post office, were erected by me. I am personally responsible for the creation of your entire world.
Yeah. You’re welcome.
I have two partially competent assistants, of course, who have aided in this ongoing construction. Desk - The Big Desk, that is - and Directory, who you may know as The Guild Directory. Desk has implied that I lack certain “people skills,” so it is her job to converse with the little people (like you) and make them happy and quiet while I assemble threads and construct events too complicated to allow random subordinates to muck up. Directory is more of a secretary, neatly organizing the little people (like you) and the threads I fashion (like everywhere you’ve ever been.) They also like to gossip like slack-beaked magpies.
But in our tireless efforts to make your entire world as you know it, our wardrobes have gone neglected, every moment of time in our days instead spent doing things for you people.
And it’s about time you thanked us for it.
