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

You're not quite sure how to feel as you look at it—especially now that you know how to read the code she obviously didn't want anybody reading. It doesn't seem like something you should be snooping on; but all the same, you wonder why your grandma left it here all these years rather than keep it with her.


You know you had to look pretty hard to find it, so it does seem like she would rather it stay hidden. But at the same time, you didn't have to break in anywhere; you just stumbled across a chest and opened it. There were not locks or other deterrents. Maybe, then, your grandma was satisfied that the code itself would be security enough.


Now that you understand the code, however—does that give you a right to read it? Or should you respect your grandma's privacy and put it back where you found it?


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