Once upon a time there was an old wizard who lived almost alone in the woods, which actually was not a woods at all, it was a bustling metropolis. He was actually only a wizard with numbers, being an accountant and all, and come to think of it since when was 23 old...at least he was a wizard. sort of. He only considered himself a wizard because he had found an old tattered magic book in the garbage and it called some life into his monotony and he clung to the old musty thing with a passion, an almost creepy passion. In the back of this old book was a series of number and letters that later on he realized were part of the dewy decimal system, but when he asked the librarian she led him to a dent in the floor and grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the dent and he landed in a spoon carved jail cell where this old cat-man gave never acknowledged him but someone had written the instructions on the wall quite helpfully I might add 'Hey the old man is too crazy to remember things so this is my helpful hint! Go left! oh and if you make it out alive feel free to check out my new book 'Searching for seekers' it's only 12.95 :) ' and so he followed the advice and went left. it was really boring. He found a shrine at the end of the horizontal column called the hall of way and at the end it had blank wizards licenses and he picked one up and it magically filled out all the information and picture by itself. So he shrugged and left through the gift shop and on his way out he purchased this blend of tea so you should try it too!