Like many of the folk who live in the Blue Wizard Bastion, Izible is a brilliant sorcerer who spends most of his days with his nose in a book at the library.

Izible, however, does not have everything in common with his fellow Blue Wizards. Being an imp, most of the other wizards turn their nose up to Izible’s kind for being so, um "twerk friendly."

Izible never minded being an outsider. Books will always be his best friend, and he never liked keeping boring conversations anyway.

Izible made his mark at the Bastion one unassuming afternoon walking home from (you guessed it) the library. There was some commotion in the town square, and a crowd of people swarming a girl covered in strange lesions. Town officials were trying to keep people from getting too close, “Stay back! We don’t know what this is!”

Izible looked at the girl’s face, she was in pain.

He pushed through the crowd, and approached the girl.

“Hey, you don’t know what you’re getting into,” someone said. “Looks like some powerful curse. She’ll have to be quarantined.”

“She won’t survive,” Izible said. He studied the lesions - they moved unnaturally across her skin. “Must be very painful.”

“Kid, no one has been able to help her,” a nearby wizard said disheartened.

Izible squinted his eyes, studying the curse, lifted his hand over the girl, and dispelled it.

The girl immediately healed and began to cry. “Thank you! I thought I was going to die!”

“Interesting,” Izible said softly, “didn’t expect that to work, actually. I'm not a healer.”

Izible walked off, ignoring the townsfolk’s overpowering disbelief.

Entered by: 0x3414…0AB6 and preserved on chain (see transaction)