The same ancestress who ensured your hair would be straighter and your skin slightly darker than those around you also ensured that at least one woman in every generation would be able to practice sorcery.
In your generation, that’s you.
Your power neither waxes nor wane with the different phases of the moon. It merely changes the type of spells you can cast.
You have decided to use your powers to seek a life of adventuring, rather than be content as a daughter in a family of grocers.
You grew up in the small town of FigFork, which lies on the north-south Royal Highway that runs from the capital city of Kara in the north, to the main pass in the Kingdom’s Southern mountain range (FigFork is a hundred and twenty five miles north of that pass). During the autumn, FigFork is a bustling market town, where merchants from all over the kingdom flock to buy the produce of orchards in a sixty mile radius.
The rest of the year, FigFork is a quiet little town.
Winter is just ending, and you’re meeting five other novice adventurers in an inn called The Fruitful Thumb. You immediately spot the table of the party you’re going to join. Sitting at the table are
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