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“Thanks, but, I think I’m going to stay with the elves,” you say. The king nods. “So be it,” he says, and pushes you towards them. “Hello there!” says the one at the front of the group. “My name is Master Astrid,” she says, “but please, just call me Astrid.” You nod. “We’ll stay until this is over, then get right back to our home.” They stood there for a bit longer, and then when it was over, Astrid clapped loudly. “Alright everyone,” she said, “I’m about to open a portal, just walk right through, and you’ll end up right where you need to!” She snapped and a portal manifested right in front of where they were standing. She walked through, and most of the other mages followed. They came out the other side on a large island in the middle of a lake. “Welcome,” she said, “to the Land of the Mages! Those who just joined follow me, and I’ll show you to where you’ll be living.” You and the other new mages do, and you end up in a small field. She smiles, walks out into it, and falls through the ground. Several people look concerned, step forward, and also fall through the ground. You walk forward to investigate, and fall into a large lush house. Astrid smiled. “First rule of living with Mages,” she said, “nothing is ever as it appears.

When everyone had fallen into the cave thing, Astrid clapped her hands to get attention. “So,” she said, “this is where you all will be living. Behind all the vines you have small rooms that you can all stay in. Please pair up with one other person, and claim a room! You can get settled, and then pretty soon we’ll come grab you for initiation. See you all soon!” She walked over to a small pond in the middle of the room, stepped in, and disappeared. The room got more chatty, with all 12 people trying to find a partner. You turn to the person next to you, and they shrug, a silent acknowledgement of the question you silently asked. You two slip behind the nearest vine-covered entrance and find a nicely furnished room, complete with two beds. You take the one on the right, and the other takes the one on the left.

“So,” you say, breaking the silence, “I suppose we should get to know each other a bit, since I’m assuming that we’re going to continue to live together.” He thought for a moment, before responding, “yeah, I guess.” “So,” you say, feeling awkward, “what’s your name?” “Luca,” he says, “what’s yours?” “[Insert Prefered Name Here],” you respond. “So,” Luca says, “where did you come from? Are you like a noble, or a commoner, or what?” You hesitate. Do you really want to tell him you were a noble? That could be dangerous, especially with whispers of revolution