Niffle Gearspell was born in Brandybrook, where she lived with her mother,father, 3 brothers and 2 sisters. They were a family of chicken farmers who supplied the grand pumpkin pie bakeries of the Halfling realm. One day, when Niffle's parents had told her to clean the attic, she discovered a dusty diary which belonged to her great great great grandmother Patricia. Despite knowing better than to look inside, she just couldn't help herself. She sat there for hours reading about her great great great grandmothers day to day life, and learning about the artistry of fortune telling. For her (great thrice over) grandmother had become rich and famous - or so the diary said - telling people their futures, but that her husband had squandered it all away. Little did she know, but this was all a fabrication of her ancestor, a series of fibs she told to her dying day to avoid the shame of promising to bring wealth to her family, only to return penniless. On the day of her coming-of-age, she decided to follow in the footsteps of Patricia, to prove to the world what great talent resides in the Gearspell family. With 'magic' glass ball, tarot cards and chance cubes in hand, she set out! Niffle travelled across the world for 22 years, never settling in one place for too long, Usually setting up tent outside of cities or in the woods and telling the fortunes of travellers who believed in it. Eventually, she made way North; through the conflict-embroiled Curon, the war-plagued Adria and the now-destitute, corpse-coated towns between Reza and Helena, she travelled, before finally hearing of an up-coming town, to be mayored over by a fellow Halfling. To the Duchy of Westmarch, she decided, she must travel. Would it prove to be the Halfling home-away-from-home? Only time would tell.
