Every full moon I traverse the local woodlands, on this twilight evening a goblin emerged clutching a brilliant gem that gleamed like a captured star. The goblin offered me his gem if i could answer his riddle. I pondered momentarily, then snatched the gem from his little claws. Truth be told I love a good riddle, but I simply don't negotiate with goblins.

You are a worthless dumb ass sorcerer, your spell tome is literally as valuable as a lesser imp. I'm just gonna stomp you intellectually and you're gonna keep coming back I'ma gonna seal up all my cracks your gonna keep coming back WHY CUZ YOUR AFTER MY ORB YOU WORTHLESS BITCHASS WIZARD YOUR GONNA STAY KNOCKING ON MY TOWER UNTIL YOU DIE YOU SERVE NO PURPOSE IN LIFE YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO BE IN MY LAIR STUCK IN MY MAGIC CIRCLE DAILY. YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO BE BOUND BY A BLOOD PACT CLEANING MY ALCHEMICAL SUPPLIES DAILY. YOUR SPELL TOME IS NOTHING YOUR MAGIC SERVES ZERO PURPOSE YOU SHOULD CAST LIGHTNING BOLT ON YOURSELF NOW AND GIVE SOMEBODY ELSE A PIECE OF THAT MANA AND THOSE CRYSTALS THAT THE GODS PROVIDED US TO MANIPULATE THIS MORTAL PLANE.