Juniper Emberwood was raised within the dense, ancient groves that cling to the outskirts of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. While many of their kin preferred the deep silence of the tunnels, Juniper’s family, consisting of 2 parents and a younger brother, lived as foragers who valued the secrets of the soil over the riches of the mine. From a young age, Juniper was taught to identify every root and sprout, developing a "Dwarven greed" that focused on rare botanical seeds rather than gold. Despite the comfort of their home grove, the restless rustle of the wind through the pines eventually became too loud to ignore. At nineteen, Juniper packed their few belongings, eager to document the diverse flora found across the different realms of the map. They left their family with a promise to return only once their satchel was heavy with the seeds of a thousand different forests.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"I come from the woods near the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, where the roots grow deep and the air is much clearer than it is here," Juniper explains, their voice calm and steady despite the odd surroundings. They give their short, wavy hair a quick shake to dislodge some forest dust before stepping further into the shack, looking around with a curious tilt of their head. "It’s a strange thing to be expected in a town I’ve only just seen, but I’ve learned that the world has many ways of sharing secrets," they add, offering a small, unphased shrug. Juniper stops near the table, tightening the straps of their leather pack while they study the flickering candles above. "I hope to see every forest in this realm and find the rarest seeds they have to offer, if the paths will have me." They pull a small wooden stool closer to the hag’s table, leaning against it comfortably rather than sitting fully as they meet her gaze. "If you’ve truly been waiting for me, then I’m interested to hear what you have to say."
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