Fair Dragons, Fierce Ladies
Of course, not all citizens of Durn seem to fit so neatly into its fabric of daily life. While the city has long been ruled by the same human noble family, it has played host to noble elven familes from across the sea. Thall is an elven city, and located at the northern tip of Corwid, the country to the south of Arden. Ruled by its own noble family of elves, it has often sent wealthy, prosperous families to other cities, to strengthen relations. This is how Filauria Holimion found herself a citizen of Durn. The youngest of six children, she and her siblings were all rather the odd ones out, even among the local elves. It was rare for an elven couple to have more than one child, but Filauria’s parents were successful six times over, until the youngest was born, and her mother died. After, her father grew cold toward his children, and the eldest, Rhys, gradually absorbed his duties until their father, too, passed on. Rhys was dogged by his father’s haphazard legacy, while Fi continued to live relatively free and clear of any responsibility. On her eldest sister’s birthday, she and Rhys had a falling out, and she ran from the family home into the streets, hearing her brother call out behind her, “Don’t bother coming back.” And so, she decided that she wouldn’t. But she had left with only the gold in her purse and the clothes on her back. Some quick trading and some odd jobs here and there allowed her to gather enough gold to find a room at the Burly Bench. While the more drunken patrons don’t realize a brooding young high elf is in their mix, Orianna certainly does. But so long as the gold keeps flowing, she’s not about to say anything.