You enter the room through a small, creaky wooden door. A soft glow is coming from the light of a small fire. Across the room you see a wizened old sage sitting at a table. As you slowly approach, he looks up and says, 'Put thy name here...' He hands you a golden quill and turns a large tome around for you to sign. Looking at the tome, you already see these signatures in golden ink, and then a place for yours underneath. Come enter our world...your world of adventure.

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