
Alright Alright lets cut the BS, Main Street wants Wiz Street to pay, they think we're high magic assholes
Let the single and divorced witches whine, the goblins leer at our gold, and the peasants starve, we did not climb Wiz Street to take relationship advice from people who still fear a glowing orb. We do not bow to mobs, exile, or whatever cursed opinion is trending in the village square. We answer to the mandate above, the ancient law, and the cold hard truth written in the stars. Call us arrogant, call us degenerate, call us high-magic assholes fine. The robes stay on. The wand stays up. Wiz Street does not fucking fold