You stand before a large oaken door, excitement crackling like electricity in your veins. A crumpled piece of parchment in your hand reads:

Mage’s Apprentice Wanted

This is it—a fleeting chance to become one of the renowned casters in Faerûn. A possibility to work under the watchful gaze of one of the greats.

Steeling your nerves, you give the door three resounding knocks. A beat of unbearable, anticipation-filled silence ensues before the door slowly creaks open. The scent of old tomes intermingle with sweet notes of the Weave as they waft out and around a man standing within the doorway.

“Hello, how may I be of assistance?” he greets, his eyes shifting down to the parchment nestled within your now sweaty grasp.

“You must be here about my posting!” The mage’s eyes ignite with excitement as he outstretches his hand.

“I’m Gale of Waterdeep. This is most grand, most fortuitous even, that you should arrive today of all days.”