He could sense it. Nida was just there, walking through the streets on the way back home after an overnight shift, and he had sensed it. Siren had woken up in his mind, her power calling to him, her voice a song that wove through his mind, demanding attention. When her attention turned, Nida's did as well, looking to a shop that he'd seen before was going to open.

Wizard. The term meant nothing to him. But potions did. And all of it pinged off of the sense of magic that Siren granted him in a way that had Nida's whole path turn toward that door. So he started walking and pushed through the door and then looked around.

Yep, his head was almost buzzing with the power here. Nothing particularly laid out, but he could still sense it in the air itself.

"I don't know what I was expecting," he said as he entered, "but it wasn't this."

A desk? Chairs? Weird.