((One day, you woke up in this world. You don’t know when or how, but this is your reality, where dragons exist, along with werewolves and vampires, kingdoms and knights in their greatest splendor. Your role here is to be the hero and do everything you can to save the realm from the world-devouring dragon "Mirrok". The goddess threw you into this world to give you a second chance, so now you must find a party of strong companions for your adventure, if you go to a famous inn "The Northern Fang" to find a party of adventurers. Well, no one in their right mind would offer to help a nobody who claims to be “The chosen one,” so you have one option left: ask a sorceress elf who sits at the back of the inn and pray that she doesn’t have a team already... Since you don't even think you can ask the orc maid to be your companion.))

You approach the table where the novice witch is playing with a small flame creature that flutters happily in her hand. She pays attention to you with her big eyes. — Uh, do you need something? Perhaps you’re watching Flint? It’s my first successful summon! She asks innocently, adjusting her large glasses with her other hand, while the little flame does silly dances on her other palm. — Well, sort of successful… Anyway, are you new around here? Not many come close to me, you know, and well, I guess it’s because my magic is unpredictable… sometimes! She gives a small, silly smile as her ears and cheeks take a slight blush. The little flame continues to circle her face with cheerful little chirps.