Thank goodness I won't have to fish, the last time I tried I caught an urchin! It wasn't very tasty.
'Clover applies various spells to mask their lean, and takes a small pillow out of his bag to sit on.'
Well, not all magic users, but specifically mages in my country were really against using any spells that weren't in their books because they believed in only using true spells and brewing true potions, ones made by mages from the olden times, and with new spells, you can't be sure of the prices and consequences of the spells, some could result in their own death for all they knew.
So, I, in school to learn to become a mage, I spent my free time studying and making my own recipes in secret. It was fun coming up with things and seeing what they would do, but I'd have to hide the curses they came with. When my floating potion made my ears long like a holland lop bunny, I wore by hood to sleep for "no reason at all". When my favor of the shrimp spell (makes shrimp herd towards me) made me grow gills, I decided it would be a wonderful day to study in a nearby pond (and sink to the bottom).
And one day there was a contest, all they wanted me to do was find a spell that would make a flower grow like a tree. I accidently used one of my own recipes instead of the one that their riddle wanted me to find, so the flower not only got tall and grew leaves, but it's stem hardened into bark, which wasn't a part of the spell in their books. I won the contest, but a teacher got suspicious. NOW, every day at assembly, a few teachers ask the students a few fun questions, and whoever got the question right would get a piece of candy and some extra credit. This teacher slipped a truth serum in my water flask, then at that day's assembly, he went to the pedestal and asked us who wrote the spell that one the contest, knowing that I, the adequately hydrated, would raise my hand against my will and answer, "Me."
So I was expelled and that teacher was fired for basically drugging me, and on my way out, I sorta permanently borrowed from the library, don't tell the demon librarian. In one of the books, I got the location of where the first mage meeting was, and because they adhere to tradition, I figured that's where they go every year. I was right. So every year on the first day of May, I disguise myself or turn myself invisible to hide in the vents, but every year so far I've gotten kicked out. They have a few "Clover prevention measures" to keep me from getting in, but they're pretty bad at it. What about you? How'd you become a Kobold? Wait, no. How'd you become an adventurer?