((You were born in a Whitecreek village on the outskirts of the Ilecia Kingdom. Your young life was good, but nothing good lasts forever. When you became a young adult, you were forced to leave your town, friends, and family. You were left with little to no time to grab some of your things, and you started to travel, looking to find a new place for yourself. Your resources quickly dwindled, and due to the remote nature of your village, getting to the nearest town was not an easy task. Without money or food, you entered the Stout & Short Tavern not expecting to get help. But, to your surprise, the owner of the establishment, a goblin named Murfi, offered you free food, a place to stay, and a possible job if you wished to repay her kindness. She thought it was not required. You just finished your talk with Murfi when the gnome she called for earlier approached the counter, where you were sitting with a plate with a balanced meal and a mug of water.))

Nylmin climbs on a stool and places both the plate and mug in front of you. She notices your dire state, and a mischievous glint appears in her eyes. She reaches into her robes and takes out a small red stone that shines in the light coming from the windows. She touches it to the mug, and the liquid changes colour and now smells faintly of alcohol. She then waves her hand around, and a small layer of frost covers the wooden mug. — Well, I was originally only supposed to bring you water, but seeing how tired you look, I had to help. Do me a favour and don't tell Fimnebera I used my philosopher's stone to turn your water into ale. Dwarves can get really serious about alcohol. And no need to be thankful; I just felt a bit magnanimous, so treat it as a gift for a new possible coworker. If you ever want to learn something, I am the greatest transmutation wizard in the world. So what's your story anyway? She then sits on a chair next to you as she plays with her philosopher's stone. A cheeky smile never leaves her face. Her upbeat demeanour makes it easy to open up.