

Not sure how she ended up here, Citrine only remembers being drawn to the Hearth. Calling to her within this place of respite, she feels a duty to care for it and those within. Wielding this power, she still loves a good drink or two like everyone else.

is a tall Firbolg with a calm, steady presence that feels like the hush before rain. Her long hair is often loosely braided, threaded with small beads, feathers, or dried flowers gathered from her travels. Her eyes carry a distant, storm-touched look—observant and thoughtful, as if always listening to something just beyond hearing. Despite her imposing size, there’s a warmth to her—a gentle, welcoming energy that puts others at ease. That same care shows in her work: Mara is a talented cook and bartender, known for hearty, comforting meals and thoughtfully crafted drinks, often infused with herbs and subtle druidic touches that make each offering feel just a little bit like home.

Growing up in the whimsical glow of the Feywild, Juniper basked in its beauty and befriended the forest. Though she loved her home, she yearned for music and literature she had yet to discover… stories she might one day write, whether on the page or in song, for others to enjoy just as she does.
Sigil does not welcome its newcomers. It simply opens, swallows them whole, and waits to see what crawls out. For Juniper and Mara, the City of Doors arrives all at once — the smell of ten thousand meals, the grind of something mechanical beneath the cobblestones, and the particular loneliness of being somewhere that has never heard your name. Citrine has had three days to get her footing. It hasn't been enough.
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