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I'm a wizard. I built a small, two-story mage's tower out of wood on a cliff by the sea, with a grassy field and a wooden pergola in front of it. About every two or three days, travelers would pass by from the faraway city of Giran. Among them were bards, bringing me tales of faraway lands, and wandering peddlers, bringing me the bone meal and coal I lacked. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can even buy Myrtle or Moonstone. Of course, most of the people are ordinary travelers. They wear linen coats, and look alert and hurried, wary of magical creatures that might jump out of the grass, or the small kobolds or kaboo orcs that like to rob humans in packs.