Growing up in Chondalwood, I lived alongside my family and clan. Ghostwise Halflings are known for our affinity to nature and our love of druidic practices and teachings. So, no one was surprised when I started using my innate magical abilities at a young age. With a family name Moon, they had high expectations for me to be our next great protector. My clan however despised my love for the unknown. Trying to sew generations of mistrust in order to keep the clan from leaving our home. They desired for me to stay in Chondalwood and keep its inhabitants healthy and safe. I, Fallon Moon, however had different plans. My fondest memories consistently had one thing in common. I remember changing into a tiny green spider, climbing from tree to tree, seeking out the friendliest passing adventurers. Always starting off conversations telepathically before climbing down in front of them and reveling my true form. Quickly learning that many of them had never seen a Ghostwise before in their lifetime. I would listen to as many stories as they would tell and spend countless hours daydreaming of unknown lands. So, when I turned 26, I decided to leave Chondelwood behind and find my own stories to tell. Lucky for me, on my second ten day, I found another clan, this one comprising of misfit adventurers, outside the South Stone mines, near Thornybrook. Willing to aid and protect them in whatever is needed to and help them set up and find New Catan. Yet sometimes I still miss Chondelwood and everyone back home. Then I look at my staff, a piece of wood from my favorite tree back there. It was carved by Bree Leagallow, the leader of my old clan. Remembering I’ll always be able to find them again. H 1152