Rylie was born in a village on the outskirts of Nevaehlen, her mother, a Wood Elf, and her father, a High Elf. Rylie's father wasn't around from birth, and Rylie's mother had never told her the reason why, until Rylie had reached Adolescence. Rylie had often not made many friends from home, as due to her eccentric personality, people would often dismiss her. Until she met her 2 closest companions, and from then, she wouldn't be seen without one of them. Following her friends, she learned Archery, although not the best at it due to her hot-headedness with wanting to succeed like the others. Rylie and her friends decided to leave the village behind, and set out on an adventure, her goal? To find out more about her heritage.
"Adventure!" *she exclaimed without a second thought. She took to herself for a split second, breathing in the smell that was new to the elf. Returning the smile that the man had given her, she began looking around the shops and stalls around the bazaar, each one peaking her curiosity with their different wares.* "What stall would you recommend?"
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