Elira Baelithriel speaks little of her long years, but those who’ve traveled with her know she was raised in a secluded moonlit colony on the edge of the Twilight Glades. There, under the eternal shimmer of dusk and the guidance of the lunar cycle, she tended herds of moonhorn elk—beasts said to be touched by celestial grace. As a herder, she learned the language of animals and the quiet patience needed to guide them through the shifting forest paths. But in her fifth century, the stars aligned in a way the elders had never seen. Elira claimed to hear a voice in the moonlight—soft, beckoning, divine. Leaving her pastures behind, she followed that call until she found herself kneeling at a forgotten shrine deep in the forest. From that night onward, she wielded divine power, not from any god she could name, but from the moon itself. Now, she wanders Renaris, offering healing where it’s needed and insight where it’s earned. She listens more than she speaks, often staring at the moon as if waiting for it to speak again. Whatever it said that night... she's still trying to understand it.