You were born a scholar's child in the scribal towers of the great library of Silverhaven, where your nights were spent poring over dusty scrolls and your parents' days filled with illuminating manuscripts; the smell of parchment and ink is the scent of home, and it's been said that "if you ever want to stump Lady Jonelle, just ask her about a text she hasn't read in full".
Today in stone and timber — day 747
The Tavern ·