As I stood at the edge of the metal beam, canyon below me and dark grey soot in my hair, all I hear are your final words. What does “Demonstrate the tools I’ve given you” even mean to a warlock like me? All I ever learned from you, my master, was how to incapacitate a fifth of Golden Elixir and ward off wenches. I guess if it’s your last wish, I’ll solidify your everlasting needs and slaughter thi...