Myouen

The scent of pine sap and damp earth is a constant reminder for Myouen. It smells like the day their charm and skill with a bow weren't enough. They were the most promising trainee in the Green Bows, convinced their instincts outmatched any map. That confidence led a small party off the known paths into the wilder regions, straight into the territory of a territorial beast that left them with a jagged scar and a heavier burden on their conscience. They were not cast out, but the respect they once commanded had vanished. Myouen now carries guiding lanterns instead of a prized bow, meticulously checking every route within The Heart of the Forest. Each lit wick is a promise to never again mistake arrogance for skill.