Cyrus was raised on stories of Vailor and Willow Hollow, and these stories have stuck with him to this day. He was born on small farm, tucked away from prying human eyes. Raised in traditional halfling fashions, he was discouraged from going out into the world of the big-folk. He used to hid out on the edge of the road nearest his house and watch travelers pass by. His wanderlust has gotten the better of him as he grows up, and he left home a couple of months ago. He plans to travel around, meet new people, see what he can see, and then settle down somewhere to found an outpost. He envisions a place for travelers to find a warm bed and belly full of food and drink.
Cyrus has an incredible green thumb; plants love him
Cyrus was adopted, and raised by his two fathers
Cyrus is afraid of the dark
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