Yholmnin.  A small village split into several sections with a sea of tree leaves to sprawl as an ocean beyond it's basic wooden walls.  One can find many smaller things in this village but the best of all trades can be found of the Jewelry within the area.  The reason is simply that the nobles near the region had much a love for the crafting of jewels in the area and made it a staple.  Due to this the economy of Yholmnin is very stable with a minimal crime rate despite rarest of goods, fair living conditions could be found even for the poorest worker, and despite it's low population it has become a slight tourist spot for travelers to make way to.<br/><br/>The roads were stone only in the markets, most buildings made of wood with at best a stone foundation underneath.  Beyond the marketplace most roads were beaten dirt paths well tread through time to a point that even the rains struggle to soak through.  The population was densest of humans though few demi-humans and humanoids could be found of the area off and on with the keen eye.  Facilities include a Tavern with available rooms for rest to rent, a handful of jewelry stalls, a public dining hall, and a large granary.  Most areas beyond that seem to be private homes or properties in general.<br/><br/>__________<br/><br/>For the most part people of the area seemed pleasant to be around.  Kindly smiles, gentle gazes, their lives enriched by the wealth of their little homes however such will not last in the end.  One may be able to take notice of the fact that many eyes would shift within those who lived on the lands and with it whispers following suit.  To where their eyes shifted appeared a small elven girl of minimal height and seemingly weight.  Lithe as her nature were she seemed a talk of the town for the moment as she stumbled across the dirt grounds and to the stone paths of the marketplace.  One listening to the whispers would hear talk of the events.<br/><br/>A child who never was related to a noble family.  Tricked into taking care of her for so many years.   The stories that flew protected the family's image well but such protection had a cost.  A cost the family need not pay as Hymn lowered her gaze more and more.  Crowds.  One of Hymns greater fears and sadly the eyes were all too interested in her of this day.  With just two more steps she'd stop, freezing up with so many watching her, her nimble little hands shaken as they reach for her hood to try and cover her face more, her whisper weak as a dying wind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...Please Stop..."</span><br/><br/>Too few would hear such a voice.  Even fewer would care for in the end she was enemy to Volluterum.   A trickster and deviant.  One hated by a noble family of the land. That alone was enough.