I've been wandering for days. I'm by no means tired, or even hungry, but I am starved for something. My mind seems to catch on any detail, exploding the mundane into a crystal filled with awe and wonder. Sand grains look like little prisms, I see fractal patterns in the grass. Out of this over-immersion of sensory attack, I spy a call for a wizard over the background noise of data that I am drowniing in.
Wizard. I have latched on to a word that I know little about. I follow the stream of information back to its source. Death, destruction... government. The government would be a perfect place to hide from the government. One department would not like another asking/probing/interfering. One chief doesn't want another telling him what to do. Perhaps.. perhaps.
I find my way easily to the location of the data's source, and come into thier abode. A dusky woman with a tell-tale mark on her forehead looks me over. I am likely the most disreputable looking figure she has seen. 200 pounds and several inches under six foot tall with long, white, shaggy, unkempt beard and hair, I'm no one's idea of a beauty. I tell her that I heard they were needing help, and that I am an expert data sorter. I may be able to assist them. I understand that majic may be involved in your little problem, and I may be able to help there, as well.
Startled, she asked me how I knew they even had a problem, as her boss had just contacted the wizard's guild. I simply said... "Wizard" with an amused look on my face. "I think you may be able to help us after all", said a man smoking an very illegal, and very tempting looking cigar. "Come, let us talk a spell"