id definitely seek out apprenticeship to a court wizard. id want to read a tome, id want to cast a spell with my hands or a staff, and do general sorcery. but id probably realize that my magic comes with a price, the price of maintaining balance; such a balance could not be struck in the walls of a castle or under the rule of royalty. so id defect to the wild and become scraggly like a tree, and id stink like dirt. id meld into the forest and protect the trees which are so dear to us in ways only a wizard could know. id give my woodland a frightening reputation as a place where one treads quite lightly among even twigs and stones on the forest paths. but id actually be quite nice to my visitors, were there any, because i want to cause love for this place, not fear. id probably grow quite ancient and become a tree myself from being simply so old… and then id have many friends like me, travelers who, rooting out of love, found themselves planted among friends. thats what id do i think