The smell of sawdust and fresh (and of course very expensive) leather greets you as you step into the wizards bar. So far the vital equipment has not been installed, so you will have to wait a while to hear White the Wizard singing in Gaelic again...... There is a notice on the counter scribbled with the words: "Of course I'll marry you, now get back into bed!" A doorway leads south into the wizards room.