"Obviously, you do not know much about the Mage's Guild either. That's just its name. It accepts magic users of all kinds. Now, you want to know why I don't quite love the Togolopians? I should have guessed you wouldn't remember the guy that the Togolopians completely screwed over. I used to be a magic-wielder, quite a powerful one indeed. I'd worked for years developing a new magic language as well, one that could change everything people knew about magic. It was a break through in magic. I was coming close to completing my study when a group of wizards arrived at my house, demanding all my records on this new magic, saying they couldn't allow others to develop a language so powerful it would let others be more powerful than them. They acted as if they were the police of the universe. I declined of course. Twenty minutes later, all my findings were up in flames. All that I had left was what was in my memory. They captured me and used several spells to try to remove any knowledge I had of all magic. Fortunately, I escaped. Now, take a wild guess who these self-righteous wizards were. I'm sure you can guess it, and by now you may have remembered. Do not think I've forgotten your face, Charles."