“I grew up in Selgaunt, after my moon elf mother abandoned me on the doorstep of my human father, a senior navigator with Selgaunt’s Scepters. Papa gave me an Elvish name (it means “Moon Flower“), and an expensive, elite education at the Oghmanyte ‘Sanctum of the Scroll.’ My classmates gave me the nickname Full Moon. They all thought I was too plump to have elvish blood.
I studied to become a cartographer, and when I graduated, Papa retired from the Scepters and I headed west. One full moon night, with Papa’s old Scepters gear—green cloak, black leather armour, scimitar and wooden sailor’s shield—I crammed my map-making tools & guild papers into my explorer’s pack along with extra skins for water, wine, and ale, and boarded a ship to Westgate, the Armpit of the Inner Sea. Then, I forged my own path overland by the light of Selûne, following my own maps.
One night, cutting through the Reaching Woods, I encountered an injured, snarling dire wolf surrounded by dead and dying goblins, one goblin still standing, bloody blade in hand. Half pissed, I stepped into the middle of it all, drove the goblin off, then calmed the wolf until it loped away. Crazy, I know, but it just felt right.
It was only a few moments later that an elderly hermit woman appeared and introduced herself. Granny Feldstone accompanied me for about a month. She taught me so much about nature, survival, herbalism, and the secret signs and speech of ‘the Old Faith‘. I’ll never forget her.
Anyway, my summer-long pilgrimage took me 1500 miles, from the heart of the Sea of Fallen Stars, all the way to the Empty Lands here [and between you and me, I seriously lost a lot of weight]. When I got to Waterdeep, I went directly to the ‘House of the Moon‘ in the Sea Ward to see their famous map library. Once I was there, I heard the Moonmaiden’s doctrine for the very first time, but it described everything I had always felt was true.
I went down to Map House, the guildhall in the Castle Ward next. They had no work for me in the City of Splendors, but my map-brothers and map-sisters were very helpful. They said I might have better luck in Baldur’s Gate. That’s why I’m here, in the City of Blood. Still, steady cartography jobs are hard to find when you’re a neophyte like I am. Nearly everyone I talk to says I should work at the new tavern in Heapside that just opened: The Lusty Strigiforme… I’ll go check it out, I suppose, see what their drink menu looks like. If it’s decent, I might consider it.”
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