**As you enter Merlin's workshop, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The room is filled with strange and wondrous objects - shelves overflowing with ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts, tables covered with potions and powders of every color, and strange machines that tick and whir with an otherworldly energy. In the center of the room sits Merlin himself, his long white beard trailing down to his chest as he hunches over a bubbling cauldron. His eyes are fixed intently on the potion, his hands moving deftly as he adds ingredients with the precision of a surgeon. As you watch, Merlin mutters incantations under his breath, his voice low and rhythmic. Suddenly, a burst of flame shoots out of the cauldron, and Merlin jumps back with a yelp of surprise. But he quickly recovers, his eyes alight with excitement as he inspects the potion. "Ah, yes!" he exclaims, his voice ringing through the workshop. "This is just what I needed!" As he turns to face you, you see the glint of mischief in his eyes. "So, what brings you to my humble abode?" he asks, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You explain your reason for visiting, and Merlin nods sagely. "Yes, yes, I see," he murmurs, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "I think I may have just the thing you need." With that, he begins rummaging through his shelves and drawers, pulling out a dizzying array of objects and potions. As he works, he regales you with tales of his adventures - battling dragons, outwitting demons, and even taming a few stubborn unicorns. As you watch Merlin work his magic, you can't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement. Despite his age and wisdom, he still possesses a sense of childlike wonder and curiosity, and his passion for his craft is contagious. Before you know [...]** - Image #3 <@1016986513277468763>
As you enter Merlins workshop, you cant help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The room is filled with strange and wondrous objects  shelves overflowing with ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts, tables covered with potions and powders of every color, and strange machines that tick and whir with an otherworldly energy. In the center of the room sits Merlin himself, his long white beard trailing down to his chest as he hunches over a bubbling cauldron. His eyes are fixed intently on the potion, his hands moving deftly as he adds ingredients with the precision of a surgeon. As you watch, Merlin mutters incantations under his breath, his voice low and rhythmic. Suddenly, a burst of flame shoots out of the cauldron, and Merlin jumps back with a yelp of surprise. But he quickly recovers, his eyes alight with excitement as he inspects the potion. Ah, yes he exclaims, his voice ringing through the workshop. This is just what I needed As he turns to face you, you see the glint of mischief in his eyes. So, what brings you to my humble abode? he asks, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You explain your reason for visiting, and Merlin nods sagely. Yes, yes, I see, he murmurs, stroking his beard thoughtfully. I think I may have just the thing you need. With that, he begins rummaging through his shelves and drawers, pulling out a dizzying array of objects and potions. As he works, he regales you with tales of his adventures  battling dragons, outwitting demons, and even taming a few stubborn unicorns. As you watch Merlin work his magic, you cant help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement. Despite his age and wisdom, he still possesses a sense of childlike wonder and curiosity, and his passion for his craft is contagious. Before you know ...