SAD WIZARD

Number Appearing: Unique

Size: Approximate human size

Armor: Soft and fleshy but moves with startling quickness

Resilience: As three human warriors

Intelligence: Exceptional but scrambled by plight

Communication: Only remembers a handful of magical languages, rarely intoned outside of spell casting, speaks like an even-more-depressed Neil from The Young Ones

Disposition: Extremely morose

Violence: Spells, powerful constricting embrace

Enemies: Doesn't remember

Aims: Formerly ambitious, now a chaotic wanderer lacking any sense of purpose

Peculiarities: 

• Once a powerful adventuring sorcerer whose pursuit of a more resilient form landed him in a grossly mutated housing of rubbery, heavily muscled appendages
• Mind and will shattered, amnesia almost total but for the list of spells memorized at the time of his life-changing experimental transformation, each of which return to his mind daily without effort
• Inclined to avoid unnecessary conflict, but if attacked will unleash eldritch hell
• Sleeps hanging by his tentacles among the stalactites, steals/forages for food of the finest quality available, solves problems with limited list of incantations, sometimes hurling a fireball when a mere charm person would do
• Will request and, if indulged, promptly guzzle any and all booze or wine available for consumption
• Booze and wine will loosen his tongue as regards any nearby treasures and/or dangers he has spotted in his meanderings

Treasure: None, but may know locations of any riches proximate to area of encounter