Who is this wizard, and what does he do?
Is he perhaps a kindly old man and neither needs nor desires to be much else, with name and reknown to stay out pestering visitors, or alike attract a kindred spirit when solitude becomes a burden? Or is he a creature of an altogether different order of magnitude, born where the unending cosmic cold meets the struggling light, and in service to the powers who there hold reign - clad in feeble flesh as to not disturb the fragile eyes and minds of mortal Men. Or perhaps he is neither, but a wielder of weird unspeakable, in consort with mindless powers that bend and force the cosmic matters for reasons in which there is no reason, and in this made more than a mere Man... and likewise less.
But perhaps it is the way of mortals to tremble at such things, and mayhap the voices fresh in mind when he rises from his dreaming couch are kindly indeed. We shall meet again, and you may always find us: Where the fire strikes the ice.