Fair Dragons, Fierce Ladies
While Durn is the more bustling port city of Arden, further inland is the quiet gnome hamlet of Inverwick, home to a temple of Istus. Nyx was born the second daughter to a well-respected gnome family, and tutored on being a proper servant of Istus from the time she was a young girl. When she was eighteen, she was given the task of keeping watch over an important relic of Istus, a golden, seemingly study, statue of a bird. Born with terrible allergies, Nyx found the relic room in the temple to be dusty, and always tried to sneeze away from the feather. But, one evening, taking over watch from her brother Igrin, Nyx found she could not contain the sneeze. She stumbled into the altar holding the relic and, with a rumble and a resounding crack – the statue tumbled into the floor and broke. Frantically, Nyx tried to piece the two halves together, but it could not be done. She knew her grandfather would punish her severely for her clumsiness, having already admonished every single day of her life for all her falls and mishaps. She fled, gathering up whatever she could and running east from her home. As she crested the hill just outside of Inverwick, she heard, as the sun came up, the clear sound of her grandfather bellowing her name behind her. She swallowed thickly, and never looked back. For many years she lived on her own, before winding through Arden and finding a home in Durn. Now, she does odd jobs around the city, and has a great talent for healing. Some of the patrons at the Burly Bench will toss her a few gold pieces for cleaning up a broken nose or cracked jaw that they can’t let the missus see. And she hopes, someday, to return home. Perhaps after everyone has forgotten about the statue. And probably when her grandfather is dead.