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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

Ennis grimaces, looking a little apologetic.


"Well—anything can look suspicious if you're looking for things to be suspicious of. I wouldn't have thought anything of somebody standing outside the park unless I already had it in my head that there was going to be some trouble. So, don't worry; it's me, not you, who's a little too suspicious."


He gives you a reassuring nod, seeming to promise that that's going to change.


"No—I realize it's probably not my business to be sticking my nose in every which where," Ennis says, "But…old habits die hard."


He pauses, giving Marlowe what seems to be a significant look.


In that moment, you remember him saying something similar on the night you ran into him. He told you it was hard to shake off some of his older instincts after being a firefighter for so long.


Given that history, you can understand why he would have a tendency to want to protect other people. But at the same time, you can't help but think that his fatherly behavior towards Marlowe must have its roots in something deeper than just the fact that they're roommates.


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