“He resigned from the secret society, which was against the rules of the other…”

Alicia decided she was done with daggers. The cloak she clung to in the misty night air fluttered in the light breeze coming off the river. If the Underground Mages Guild insisted on the use of daggers in spell casting, then by God, she would just resign. She didn't need a bunch of ancient men who could barely craft a decent grimoire to tell her what was proper casting etiquette. Of course, now she'd have to resign from the Cloak and Dagger Society with no dagger to speak of as she had cast her only one into the river five minutes before. She looked out at the fading light of evening over the rippling waters of the Seine and knew in her heart that some rules, however firm, were meant to be broken. She was just the girl who would forge her own path instead.

She watched as the current washed away the dagger, her past. She didnt need a guild to give her a purpose, The forest was quiet waiting for her to move, her first step from here would be her new life.

That first step would have been a lot more sure if she hadn't holes in her boots and a rather unpleasant ooze between her toes. Her new life desperately needed some food and better clothes.

She soldiered ahead, the muck sucking with each lifted step. A nice new pair of boots, that would have been nice. Good and rubbery, to keep off the grime. Ugh.

And suddenly, just like that, her boots came alive, demanding sacrifice of a rubber chicken. Coicidentally, there was a store nearby, which sold pet toys, and she picked the highest quality one. It was good enough for her boots, which granted her a blessing of walking a bit quicker, whilst also being less demanding on her stamina.