Harold receives a letter

"FUCKING WIZARDS" Harold thought, slamming his hand on his desk, the letter crumpling in his gripped hand.
"I HATE WIZARDS"
A tall slender man half his age stood across from Harold "We have no reason to suspect it is a wizard that brings this demon"
"OF COURSE IT IS!" Harold interjected, "Its always those damned wizards doing as they please. The last time they got together and tried to do something we had two moons! Look outside and tell me how many you see now"
"My lord...." The man started slowly, "the accident was decades ago, and these reports indicate it was not the doing of any wizard."
"BAH", Harold groaned. The talk of magic made him sick. "you are probably right....as usual. Fine, start the preparations. "
"Yes my lord, right away", the man bowed low and left. Leaving behind old Harold muttering his many slurs for witches and wizards.