"I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something."

Buried beneath a pile of paperwork and overdue bills, crookedly sits the grizzled veteran of many adventures. He has a twinkle in his eye for he alone knows what lies before you and if you do not pay your proper respects it will not bode well! He shuffles a few things here and there and then settles in to make some real magic happen.

You feel yourself getting very sleepy. You struggle to stay awake, you struggle to say something, then you are only struggling to breathe. You are drifting away down a long black tunnel toward a world long forgotten but frequently dreamt of...