Fenn Greenglass

**Fenn Greenglass** is the archer, thief and comic relief of Juniper Smith's party. She's a half-elf who spent time in both human and elf worlds, but was inevitably shunned by both. After a long stint in prison, she was given a second chance as a guide through Silmar City, where she meets Juniper.

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> “Like sometimes I do something and I think, “that’s kind of an asshole thing to do” and then I think "well, but I did it, and I’m not an asshole, so maybe there’s some way that it’s actually right". I think we talked about this before. Well, it’s that, but with being pathetic and desperate.”
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> —Fenn's letter to Juniper, Chapter 98: "Letter 15"
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## Appearance

Fenn has blonde hair, elf ears, and slightly crooked but inhumanly white teeth. She also has freckles, clustered around her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. She's tall and slender, bordering on skinny, and somewhat flat-chested. She has raised scars in curlicue patterns starting at the joint of her shoulders and running down to the middle of her forearms, identical in both sides. When in battle, she usually wears fatigues covered by armor and carries a bow that's almost as tall as she is.

## Personality

Fenn considers herself the party's "comic relief" and constantly plays the part, even during serious situations. Despite that, her jokes are often a front and a way for her to wall off her true emotions and fears. Her morals are somewhat loose, leading Juniper to call her chaotic neutral. She doesn't like talking about her dark past, especially once she starts dating Juniper, since she fears it'll make people see her as a broken girl.

## Biography

Juniper initially met Fenn in Silmar City, where she saved his life from a Zombie Voltron using her artillery bow. A Winding Course

## References

1. ↑ a tall, slender one with blonde hair that was likely Fenn
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 48: "Doe or Doe Not, There is no Try"
2. ↑ Fenn was slender bordering on skinny, somewhat flat-chested, and not very muscular at all, though you wouldn’t have known that if you’d taken a punch from her, because elves laughed in the face of muscle mass, and half-elves at least gave the concept a chuckle. I had thought her scarred arms were pretty, before she’d told me her story, and I still thought that they were pretty, beautiful even, but it was tinted with a sense of “fuck those elves for leaving their mark on you”, and I knew that neither part of that was something that she wanted to hear.

I liked the freckles on her face, more now after days in the desert than when we’d first met, clustered around her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose. I liked the shape of her ears, her slightly crooked and inhumanly white teeth, and it was all more than the sum of its parts, especially in the way that she smiled and joked. She was pretty, and I don’t want to diminish that by comparing her to anyone.
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 26: "Superman"
3. ↑ “It’s rude to stare,” said Fenn from beside me, which made me jump. She had a towel wrapped around her, leaving her with some modesty. When I looked at her arms, I realized that I had never seen them uncovered. She had keloid scars in precise patterns starting at the joint of her shoulder and running down to the middle of her forearm. They were curlicue, almost organic looking in their shape, but exactly identical on both arms.
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 18: "Communal"
4. ↑ her armor had been a total loss, and she was in the same fatigues she’d been wearing when we first met
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 57: "Place Your Figs"
5. ↑ She was carrying a bow that was almost as tall as she was
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 11: "A Winding Course"
6. ↑ “Look, you’re not our taskmaster,” said Fenn. “If anyone is the taskmaster, it’s Mary, and then only because she’s got seniority. We haven’t arranged for whom the backup taskmaster is, in event of illness or absence, but I personally was eyeing that position --”

“Elf humor,” said Grak, dismissively. “This is important. If we want to succeed at our joint goals, we need unanimity of purpose.”

“Sure, sure,” said Fenn. “Doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little bit of fun from time to time. I’ll have you know that I am our team comic relief, Joon tried out for the position but couldn’t hold a candle to me.”
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 35: "Friendship is Magic"
7. ↑ Eventually, I grew to value how Fenn walled things off. As much time as I was spending on training, reading, and discussing theory, it was nice to have someone who at least put on a front of not caring about what was going on. My time spent with her was largely time not spent thinking about serious things
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 56: "Vacation Vocations"
8. ↑  “Up there in that tower, I understood them. I empathized with them. I was them, I was like this outside observer looking back over my own life and thinking, ‘holy shit, I’m a bad person’. You were doing most of the talking, and I was trying to follow your lead, but once I started down memory lane it seemed like every stop I made I was just … evil.” She breathed a sigh. “And a part of me didn’t want to leave the tower, because I thought I would just return to being evil again, so I had to make up my mind then and there that I would commit myself to the path of good, instead of being evil, but it slipped away even as we were going down the elevator.”

“You’re not evil,” I said. “I’d call you chaotic neutral, maybe.”
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 71: "The Soul of Discretion"
9. ↑ I almost never talk about prison, and I can’t tell whether you find that weird and just haven’t been saying anything, or whether it just doesn’t cross your mind because that’s not where I was when you met me. It was horrible and gross and I never talk about it because I worry that you have this image of me that I’m always in danger of breaking, and you’re not going to like the broken image. Mary’s got this theory that we’re all broken in our own ways because that’s what you like, or at least respond to, but I kind of don’t agree because there are different types of broken, and I worry I’m too much of the bad type.
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 98: "Letter 15"