Right, time to find out what's going on. Grott and I are going over there to see what he's up to. I say "he", I think it's a fair assumption that this unwelcome interloper is male. Most black sorcerers usually are, especially the ones that build tall towers. I suppose the shape of those is somehow symbolic, but I for one can't stand it when bloody psychologists pop up out of the woodwork just when you've build a really great tower and say it's due to your repressed feelings of inadequacy in certain departments. Nothing spoils things more than something like that, and it is also NOT TRUE by the way.
I've painted up one of my old robes in camouflage colours, Grott has been camouflaged to look like a small bush. I don't know whether it's quite worked as well as I hoped, plus there is the fact that nothing much is growing in a five mile radius of here, but hopefully this newcomer is unfamiliar with this area and will think ambulatory bushes are perfectly par for the course in these parts.
OK, I'm going over there right now! Wish me luck. A bit of sneaking should yield some good results....
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