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 still trying to process what you've just found out when you hear another voice, this time approaching from inside the main part of the building.


"Anyway—thank you for coming in this morning. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but…"


From the conciliatory tone of the person's voice, you wonder for a moment if they might be returning with Robin after delivering some bad news about the archives—but then you hear them add:


"Eliot was important to all of us, and we just want to do what we can. If you need any help dealing with your grandfather's things, please don't hesitate to…"


You recognize the second voice—but it isn't Robin.


A moment later, two people walk out into the foyer. You know by sight that the first is the Deputy Leader of the Town Council.


But you recognize the second person even more quickly—because that person is Marlowe.


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