The Lore of Sorcerer George of the Waste

I was tasked by the Sphinx to wait here, watching the sands drip piece by piece through his Hourglass. For what reason I am not sure, but I am bound to remain till the last grain drips.

Many years ago, I thought it not a terrible fate. This place, this Waste, wasn’t always as it is now. The land was fruitful, the nature abundant; there was life, and lots of it.

I cannot help but wonder if the Sphinx knew what was to come of this place. Over the years, the Waste crept in from all sides, and everything changed. The plants turned rotten and withered away. The landscape grew empty and gray.

Under the Sphinx's spell, I remain tethered to this ground. Unable to move, eat, breath; kept alive only by the energy of the Sphinx.

Through it all, my dear rat remains. The loyal creature he is, refuses to leave my side. Even the roaches fled before him. I worry my poor rat will starve, yet he finds a way to survive, returning to my side every night. What could it be that he does?

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