Myrta Kafileos

I're often said to have a head full o' feathers, but perhaps in consequence, me tale is briefer than some I see about me. I was but one o' several daughters born to a lovin' couple on a small farm west o' Langenfirth, hidden in the woods. Me childhood was full o' happiness and hard work. A niche o'er the kitchen fire held an icon o' Tamsine, the like o' which I carry meself this day, for she seemed truly to bless our home and keep evil from our door.

Came a time when the farm was nae producin' enough to keep all of us...and as the eldest, I saw me way clear to makin' a life o' me own. Off I went to the Crossin's, wide-eyed and innocent. Me feet led me to the clerics' guild, where the good Tallis offered me a vocation and trainin', and when I was skilled enough to make me way in the world a bit, I returned to the north.

Shall I tell o' buryin' me first love there, screamin' at El'Bain's as I watched 'im die? Shall I tell o' the vows I made with another at Kuniyo's altar, loveliest place in the whole of Elanthia, and how I buried that husband? Shall I tell o' the honor I had o' witnessin' all of the altar restorations in my corner o' the world, and how I carry a thirteen-pointed star from the altar in Therenborough's chapel? Shall I finally bore ye to tears with the tale o' meetin' a young paladin at El'Bain's, and watchin' 'im grow and steal me heart away?

Adventure upon adventure I have had, as have we all, and all parts o' the Realms have I wandered in them.

Nay, traveller....instead, peace I pray ye, and trust that Tamsine's tears will light yer path safe t'yer homes. <curtsies, wobbling dangerously close to falling....pokes a feather back behind her mask....and waves as she turns away>