Fyliena t'Borealis the Trove of Treasure, Barmaid of the Eternal Star

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Chapter 1

Borealia is far to the north, beyond the desolate mountain roads
that lead to the verdant wilds that wreathe the mysterious Octagonal
Tower. A small settlement, even smaller than Evermoon, the wood-
elves there live in seclusion and spend their many seasons living in
harmony with nature. It is from this place that Fyliena (Fie-lie-nuh)
is from. Mischievous since earliest childhood she confounded the
patience of her family, and truthfully the only one who appeared
to appreciate her, despite her multitude of faults was the Wild-One,
and ancient wood-elf who was part soothsayer and reluctant elder
chief of the village.

It was at Gin-Aeryei's dirt covered feet that Fy spent much of her
formative youth, often acting as Gin's unwitting eyes, studying her
people and the frigid wilds that surrounded their mean little holdfast.
Treated more like family by wizened Gin than her own blood-kin, Fy
pursues the path of wisdom, and believes, rightly or wrongly, as Gin
has taught that to merit true wisdom one must be not only willing
but inclined to make a fool of themselves now and again. A natural
at this, Fy believes she's destined to achieve her goal and seeks to
become the Wild One under the illustrious personage of Fortune's
Smile, the divinity known as Whiysdan.

And to this end, upon reaching her designated moon year, she bid a
tearfully fond farewell to Gin, who smiled as she shared she was not
long for this world, and ventured far to the south seeking out the Inn
of the Eternal Star, and what she hopes will be a life filled with discovery
and fun!

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Chapter 2

In her travels, including a brief time spent in a gnomish city filled with
simple, but hearty folk, she took up tending bar as a means of both
people watching and learning. From there, she traveled further south
briefly learning more about mixology and how best to mind her own
business within the unyielding and oft-times cruel precincts of Udgaard.
Truthfully there was more to learn from such willingly hardened souls,
but the general atmosphere alone was enough to put her off lingering
beyond what she felt was mete.

She'd always had a love of music, as most elves tended to, and would
spend her off-time beyond the bar playing tunes that like the alcohol she
served, she hoped would allow people to throw off the shackles of their
day to day existences in lieu of losing themselves in musings or melodies
instead. For as common wisdom would seem to dictate to any soul willing
to pause and reflect, the humdrum monotony of existence was always
there waiting, so prized and treasured moments of levity and escape were
more rare and precious than anything save levity and joy themselves.

Blind luck or divine happenstance guided her feet to the Inn of the Eternal
Star where she was graced in meeting the High Herald, Aiya who by chance
also turned out to be a fellow wood-elf, who both did and didn't remind her
of her cherished Gin. During their conversation, Fy's words and attitude
seemed to please the High Herald, and when a strange pancake was offered
up, much like a coin flip only entirely not, Fy chose aright for both she and
a young healer named Njork, and they each pursued their passions. He as a
Weaver and she as a Bartender, hoping to learn from those she serves even as
she might occasionally offer up some tidbit of wisdom that like any seed, might
or might not germinate and find a home in the soil of the listener. But she
firmly believes, the gods gave everyone two ears and eyes and only one mouth
for a reason.