Csarvia was laying in the chair of what used to be the captains cabin in the sunken pirate ship she now called home. She had moved in a few months ago, after deciding that the beach she lived in wasn't an ideal home, even though she then spent most of her time working in a tavern called "The Royal Parrot". In that tavern, she heard lots of tales from the sea. Csarvia had always been adventurous, and hearing these tales were a primary reason of why she stayed. Her knew home was once filled with treasures, these she sold, being payed in high quality food, which left some pudge on her body. However, there was one treasure she didn't sell, a map, not just any map, but an enchanted map. Even though being in water, it wasn't damaged, so it must be some kind of protection spell.
The map was written in an unknown, presumably ancient language. She went around the village surrounding The Royal Parrot asking if someone could read it, so far only some traveling wizard could read the lines "Ancient Relic" and "Island Of Fire". Despite all the tales she had heard from the sea, Csarvia had never heard of any "Island Of Fire", though she thought she recognized one of the islands on the map.
Now she was laying there, in her chair, her butt slightly too big for the chair, wondering if she should go searching for the island or go to the village, trying to get more information.
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