<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div>Tri'fan'nya Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gL3RxuveP3iz3zXul_jottVEbmXbpL7Gef6sTNjDwag/edit)<br/><br/>"I only half remember it...  I don't think I want to remember it.  My parent's were terible people, cruel to me, nightmarish to the elves they captured.<br/><br/>"The elves struck back.  They killed my mother and father.  Killed them quickly, cleanly, in honest battle.  I don't think my parents would have ever done that for them.<br/><br/>"I hid beneath the bed, trembling and crying, 'til sister Merryweather found me.  She's a halfling, with hair like molter copper and arms like peace and love.  She, our goddess, and the cathedral she brought me to were the best things that ever happened to me.<br/><br/>"I sing in her choir, dance the sacred dances.  I dance the folk dances too, the ones that gyrate my body and draw the eyes of all the boys and most of the girls from the one side of the garden to the other.  I train with scimitar, rapier, mace, and sling.  I serve in the ritual gaurd.<br/><br/>"I laugh.<br/><br/>"I cry.<br/><br/>"I love.<br/><br/>"Without fear.<br/><br/>"Without shame.<br/><br/>"I suppose I'm really not that old yet.  I just...  get impatient, watching Merryweather's hair go gray.  Watching the children I played with tuck their grandchildren into bed.<br/><br/>"I want to give back to the world what Saranrae gave to me.<br/><br/>"That's why I'm leaving the cathedral.  I'm leaving today, and I'll come back when I've paid forewards one tenth of a thenth of the kindness you've all showed me in Sarenrae's name."