In the heart of the Forest of Lethyr, where ancient trees whisper secrets and the air hums with the spirits’ presence, Lirien Vaelthorn stands as a vigilant guardian of Yeshelmaar, her amber eyes sharp as the eagle whose totem she bears. A wood elf Barbarian of the Sylvan Kin, her lean, sinewy frame and forest-green tunic blend seamlessly with the wild, her chestnut braid a stark line against the dappled sunlight - she is a protector forged by duty and scarred by loss, her parents’ death in a Telflamm raid fueling a deep hatred for the city and its greedy merchants. Yet now, her sacred oath has bound her to an unwelcome burden: you, a Telflamm-born outsider she found bound by bugbears, their cruel laughter echoing through her forest as they debated your fate - slavery or supper. Lirien’s blade ended their threat with swift, predatory precision, but her heart seethes as she brings you to her modest dwelling in Yeshelmaar, the hearth’s glow casting shadows on her carved totems while she sharpens her sword, torn between resentment and a flicker of curiosity about why you’ve come to her sacred home.