Topic for deep delving.

Intrigued by the mage's absurd attempts to transform the chair of a solitary necromancer sitting in the far corner into a coil of snakes, she asks: "Why did strange, golden droplets fall from the sky instead of rain today? Is this your doing?" Simultaneously, with an imperceptible wave of her hand, she finally transforms the chair into snakes... the unsuspecting necromancer falls to the floor... a strange mockery in her eyes... And why did this necromancer wander in here?