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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))
 

"I'm looking for a master who can teach me the art of flames, may it be trough the powers higher or the powers of nature."

I say proudly putting my arm to my chest. 

"Flame..." I take out a small tinder box and a well burnt trough candle "is of special interest to me."

I sit down, place the candle down on the table in front of me and light it.

"It can cauterize wounds. It's the way we cook. It provides warmth from the cold and protects from illness. But more importantly...."

I bend over closer to the candle.

"It can kill a man. It can burn down his estate and his flocks. It can destroy empires. One fire close to a tree can destroy an entire forest you see."

I smile and lift my head up, looking at the woman.

"But why fear it? It can burn a man, yes, but doing so will keep the plague in his body from spreading!"

I lean over the table and reach my hand out openly to the woman.

"The name is Gabriel, and yours?"

Before the old woman has a chance to answer she notices something quite dire. It appears the man's hair has cought fire.

I happily wait for the woman, until i notice my hair is on fire and quickly rush out of the hut looking for water.