The son of the Buttundoa enclave of wizards, walks the aisles of the market in his long, mysterious purple cloak. Nobody speaks to him but they all part as he walks by out of respect and fear of his abilities. He normally would not walk so publicly through an event as attended as the traveler's market. He was already seen yesterday at the end of the market, but he was curious. The girl Mary he met in the forest has peaked his interest and he wishes to see how his enchantment on her ruby amulet has fared her. He had not bestowed magic onto any of the townsfolk in some time and even he does not know how strong his spell will prove to be. As he flows through the crowds, he thinks to himself "Surely this was a good deed. The wizard circle will see that the Buttundoa magic is still serving the land well." Ever since his mother's passing and his brother's disappearance, he is the last wizard. And he must keep strong.
As Mary places the last item in its place, she turns around to face the market goers. But before she can try to attract individuals buyers, she sees the wizard from yesterday. She waves her arm into the air and calls out "Wizard! Sir wizard!"
He focuses on her voice and upon gazing upon her, he immediately knows just how strong he made the enchantment. "Great Gaia, you have either blessed or cursed me beyond measure." Her ruby amulet burns in his eyes and he cannot force his gaze away from her divine beauty. Before he knows he is even walking towards her, his magic sparks out of his control and he teleports to her side. The girl jumps a bit, but ultimately smiles. The wizard feels immense pleasure at seeing her happy. "Sir wizard, I wanted to thank you for gifting me with your magic yesterday. My luck has already proven fruitful and I have attracted the favor of a young hunter."
As her light words are spoken with the ethereal twinklings of fairy bells, the wizard suddenly feels a surge of jealousy. "Milady, a beautiful maiden such as yourself is too perfect for the likes of a lowly hunter. He would surely seduce you into a life of poverty or to watch as he seduces others in your stead. You deserve a King or a Emperor or a demigod. Or a wizard." The wizard takes her hand and kisses it, leaving glittering golden rings all along her fingers.
"Sir Wizard? This is all too much. I don't even know your name."
"I don't have a name. My kind are to only be given a name by other wizards or by our family. I look forward to you bestowing me my name." He kisses her hand again and her patchwork dress turns into white silk, with threads of gold laced throughout.
But Mary is shocked. Surely he cannot be falling under his own spell? "Remember Sir Wizard, you gave me this beauty to enrapture my former love. You made this body."
This does not dissuade the sorcerer, who has completely fallen under the sway of the amulet. "This only means you have taken to my magic extremely well. We are compatible, this is a sign. A wizard can search for hundred of years before finding a mate. I must have you." He kisses her again, drawing a crowd as if her own beauty was not enough to do so. "I will shower you with gold and the rarest treasures in all the lands. I will present you before Kings and proclaim your name as a vanquish beasts. I will do anything you ask of me. Please be mine."
Mary looks around to the assembled crowd for guidance but they are waiting for her response. No one alive in the village has lived long enough to see one of the villagers be proposed to by one of the wizards before. This is a spectacle. And she notices a look of jealousy in the eyes of the men, as if she doesn't say yes, they will surround her with their own proposals. She looks back to her wizard, his face shadowed from her view by his magical hooded cloak.