You follow the instructions and you find the office you need in about 10 minutes.

You see a sign on the front door with gold-colored numbers and a large inscription "Ebony Mage Company". You also see the inscription in smaller print under the name of this organization: "Extraordinary Supernatural Troubleshooting Services."

You see that the door is not closed tightly. You listen in and you hear the snippets of someone speaking inside the organization's office. It's probably a phone call.

You hear something like this: "...almost the full amount...Yeah man...the best idea I've ever had!...Best year for me since I left San Quentin...More of our guys need to be brought in. .."

You timidly knock on the door. You hear the conversation inside the office trail off.

After a short pause, you hear a man's loud, imposing voice: "Come in, visitor! I've been waiting for your arrival."

You embarrassedly enter the office. You see a small room with two tables, five chairs, one computer and a couple of cabinets. You notice that mysterious symbols (probably esoteric signs...) are hung on the walls of the office.

You see a large black man sitting at the center table. This man is bald, has a small mustache and beard, he is dressed in a stylish gray jacket, black trousers, a white shirt and classic men's black office shoes. You notice the piercing gaze of this black man's beautiful brown eyes. He looks straight into your eyes. You notice on the neck of this black man a strange golden medallion with some kind of symbol that looks like an eye.

You think: "Apparently this symbol is associated with some magical ... things ..."

The black man abruptly stands up and resolutely approaches you closely. You are a little discouraged. This black man is about 20 centimeters taller than you, he is wider at the shoulders than you, and he is clearly much more muscular than you ...

The black man continues to stare directly into your eyes and he says in a loud, imposing voice: "Greetings, visitor! I am a professional academic Magister of magical arts Gregor Hestorius! I foresaw your coming to me! I immediately realized as soon as you entered the office that you had serious problems of an otherworldly magical nature! Only a specialist in witchcraft sciences like me can help you! You did the right thing by coming to my office, mister..."

You feel Magister Gregor's strong handshake, you realize that his black palm is almost twice as large as your white palm...

You timidly pronounce your name: "John..."

Magister Gregor continues: "Of course! John! I could almost feel your name in the aura of your sacred magical vibrations when you first entered this building! So, dear John, state your understanding of the essence of your otherworldly magical problems."