My mother was a wood-elven druid in the service of Tunare, and my father a sell-sword in the service of Antonius Bayle; they both fell at the mighty battle in the Kithicor Wood and I was sent to the orphanage in Qeynos. I snuck out to Surefall Glade whenever I could to learn what I could of my mother's people, and came to love Tunare and the beauty of the wood (although I was once bitten badly by the ferocious pirhanas in the lake). I had my father's gift with blades, though, so I knew I could never be a healer like my mother... I entered the service of the Protectors of the Pine upon reaching my 16th year, still a fuzz-faced youngling with much to learn of the world. Even after 46 seasons serving Tunare through the Protectors of the Pine, I still have much to learn, much to see, and much to do.