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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

At Rana's suggestion, you all take a break. After you come back and make the last few preparations, the protest finally gets underway—just in time for the lunch hour, the most critical of hours for the protest to start.


By the time passers-by start to fill the street, everything is in full swing, with the crowd around you holding signs and chanting slogans as Rana stands in the middle of it all.


It's just as you're starting to take everything in, however, that Rana picks up a clipboard and holds it out towards you.


"Hey—could I ask you a favor? We want as many signatures as possible for our petition, so I need somebody to take it around. Would you mind taking it and asking anybody who walks past to sign? It's about to be lunchtime, so there should be quite a few."


Seeing your slight hesitation, she pauses and gestures towards the ground, where a few more placards with slogans are propped against the table.


"Or, if you'd rather stay with the group, we'd be happy to have another protester—as long as you don't mind standing with a sign and keeping up the energy for a while, I'll go and take the petition around. It's up to—"


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