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SpoilerSome changes, nothing major just making it better written, I hope. If you want to see the previous draft however.

Our story begins not soon after character creation but a few weeks later. Morgan North, a fresh level 1 wizard was bubbling up with excitement, she had just found a place to hold her detective agency. A kind gentleman leased her the building at a fair yet competitive rate. "The place isn't that bad" She says to No one in particular, Morgan's weasel familiar. Who's appearance is a stark contrast to Morgan's overcooked fire like hair. With a soft white coat and sapphire blue eyes the weasel expresses deep dissatisfaction through chittering yelps that only Morgan can understand.

To be fair to No one in particular, the building looks nothing like the pamphlet illustrated. "Sure it's a fixer upper but that's nothing to fuss about! After I get a few clients we can get this place renovated and it will be great!" says Morgan North with a mix of uncertain optimism.

Even if Morgan wanted to look for a new place it's too late now, the lease is already signed for a year. And it's highly unlikely she will get a deposit back with how the place looks right now. The door hangs from only one hinge and has a fist sized hole in it, window shaped holes in the walls are missing it's frames. And dust covers every inch of the place and the smell. Reeks of mildew and dilapidation from every plank of wood.

"In the mean time." Morgan trails off in thought. "With a little creative use of magic I can at least make this place livable!" With a swirl of her hands and a smile that oozes mischief she begins to cast. Spell after spell, Prestidigitation to mask the smell of mildew with a faint scent of peppermint. Minor Illusion to hide several stains and Mage Hand to humanely usher several spiders outside from as far away as the spell's range allows.

Morgan knows several useful spells however her training has only gotten so far as to be able to use only 3 cantrips at a time. To change those three takes a good nights sleep and a few hours of reading enchanted passages to infuse the magic spells into her very being. Thankfully cantrips can be used indefinitely once prepared. More complicated magics however takes more skill to retain after a single use. Skill that Morgan doesn't have the desire to invest time into.

"If I prepared Mending today I could fix that door, but that will have to wait till tomorrow." remarks Morgan, to No one in particular. As fate would have it the door will have to wait a long while as it's not even noon.

Weeks later.

A brisk chilly weather that gently envelopes your breath, even the trees take note and have already changed their lush green leaves to a chaotic composition of dry crunchy mess all over the streets below. Blanketed in reds, oranges and browns. The street itself flattened from years of horses and men trampling along it's back. For the most part people of Riverside are far too busy working, preparing for winter at this hour.

Which leaves Morgan North a level 1 Wizard for the most part, alone. With the exception of her weasel familiar at her side. Dressed in comfortable clothing unfitting of a wizard. Not a pointy hat or robe in sight.

“It should be around here.” Said Morgan, to No one in particular. Her weasel familiar with a soft white fur coat and eyes that rival the deepest blues of sapphires, a stark contrast to Morgan's wild overcooked fire like hair, It's like as if the gods couldn't decided if she should be a red head or not so in the end they gave her the best of two, fire red and ashy coal.

“127B Trampled Road, This must be it!” She said, standing In front of a house that has definitely seen better days and a lot of poor ones too. The front door has a fist sized hole in it and most of the windows lack a frame to support it's absent glass panes. The roof asymmetrical from weakened wood sagging to the left giving the overall impression that the entire house is not pleased with the current state of affairs.

No one in particular chitters with deep dissatisfaction. “It's not haunted!” Said Morgan, “besides even if it was, it's too late now. I already signed the lease for a year!”

To be fair to No one in particular, the building illustrated in the pamphlet looked in far better shape, If one were to compare the image to reality, it doesn't take long to conclude that several artistic liberties were taken.

“Sure it's a fixer upper,” she says opening the door held on by a single rusty hinge. “But that's nothing to fuss about! After I get a few clients we can get this place renovated and it will be great!” Said with a mix of uncertain optimism.

“In the mean time,” Morgan trails off in thought. “With a little creative use of magic I can at least make this place livable!” She pauses to survey her surroundings, “for the most part.”

She swirls her hands, asserts her will on the tapestry of reality and with a sly smile that oozes with mischief, Morgan casts a spell. “Presto!” The air suddenly shifts from a thick soggy mildew odour to one of faint peppermint. “Minusion!” One by one mysterious stains hide in shame, cloaked in illusion. “Mahand!” From nothing a green apparition shaped like a hand plucks spiders from their home to humanely evict them as far away as the spell allows.

“Mmm-Oh right I don't have Mending prepared today. I guess the door will have to wait.”

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