PlayerOliver

When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.”

Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

Stone in the shoe

He laughs, a deep and well-worn sound, though it catches a little in his chest with a slight wheeze. He seems perfectly fine once he's cleared his throat.


"Don't worry, Eliot," Dina says, "half of my job is telling people when they need to shut up. Just a little more politely," she adds with a smile. "If I had to, I'd go right ahead."


Mr. Ambrose laughs again, even louder than before.


"Yeah, I remember. It's a valuable skill, all right."


With that, he turns towards you and holds out a hand without hesitation.


"Now, we haven't met, have we?" he says, shaking your hand as he squints slightly to get a better look at you. "I'm Eliot. I really appreciate anyone and everyone coming along, even if it's just to snag a little free food. At my age, it means a lot to still have people coming by. Please, make yourself at home."


He gestures broadly to the room, and you get the feeling he means it. With that, the conversation lulls a little, and you find yourself with the chance to say whatever you may want to Dina, Eliot, or Rana.


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