If I were just some country mage, I might be a village farsender, an expert on a small number of local destinations, or a seller of charms and talismans, which any mage is readily capable of making, or I might wander the Boundary Road, and the Kinnon nations, and beyond — why not beyond? — as an itinerant mage, learning all there is to learn about the world and about people.

If not for the accident of my birth, I'd be free to choose any of these, or other, vocations.

As things are, I am bound by my birthright, my duty to the lan, my obligations here and in the capital, beholden to all. Above all, I am subject to the family curse, from which there seems to be no escape.

I am not just some country mage.

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