Gwynyfer Peck

In a cluttered,candle-lit corner, amid stacks of books and scrolls, a peculiar sight captures your eye: a mound of feathers atop a well-worn armchair. Closer inspection reveals Gwynyfer Peck, an owlin bard, perched amidst her scholarly chaos.

She hums a gentle melody, absent-mindedly strumming her lyre as she scans the pages of a thick leather-bound book propped up beside her - occasionally pausing to turn a page or jot a note down on a pad of papers on her lap.

Gwyn’s ears pivot to the sounds of activity outside before the rest of her does. She rises to leave, but spends a few moments deciding on which of her texts to pack into her satchel before slinging it over her shoulder and affixing her lyre onto the strap. She finally nods to herself, blows out the candles, and bustles outside, excited to set off on the next adventure and discover what new wonders await