My name is Brenna Oliver. I am a 28-year-old human wizard that is student at the Arcane University. I am of average height and weight and have piercing green eyes and reddish-brown hair. I work part- time in the university library as an assistant to the librarian. Someday I hope to be a professor in effort to continue my studies and pass knowledge on to others.

For as long as I can remember, I have spent my free time with my grandfather in the fields and woods near our village learning of all the plants that grow here, what parts of the plants are used for various purposes and how to properly harvest and store them. Everything that I am proficient at, can contribute to my days spent with my grandfather. When I was still very young, I must have been around 8, I thought I knew it all. I encountered an injured rabbit that had a wound on its right hind leg. My grandfather and I created a poultice to treat the wound. In no time, the rabbit was healed, and we released it back into the woods. A few weeks later, I came across a stray cat with an eye infection. Grandfather was not with me that day and I did not need him anyways. I could cure the cat all on my own. In my cockiness, I used the wrong plant and ended up blinding the poor lil guy instead of curing him. I learned a very valuable lesson that day. I told my grandfather of that incident later. The damage that I had inflicted could not be undone and grandfather scolded me for attempting to do something like this without him. He reminded me that I had so much more to learn and without proper knowledge, I could do more harm than good. I became an excellent student from that day forward. I keep a never-ending journal of every plant I have encountered, along with detailed drawings of each, and all of the details that I learned of each from my grandfather.

I have an irrational fear of the dark. You will not catch me out and about at all without my backpack which contains of course my herbalism kit, but also plenty of candles and torches in the event that I am caught in the dark. I have one more item that I carry with me everywhere I go. I can never let anyone know of its existence. Not even my grandfather can ever know of it and there is no one in this world that I trust more. It is an ancient text that holds terrible secrets that must not fall into the wrong hands. I found this one night in the library buried underneath a pile of scrolls and books. I have sewn it inside my robes. I cannot ever let this get into the wrong hands. I really should burn this text but I cannot bring myself to destroy any written knowledge.

When I was accepted as a student into the university, my grandfather, Conan was the first person I wanted to share the news with. He has been very supportive of my choice and wants nothing more than for me to be happy no matter what i decide to do with my life. My sister, Cicely on the other hand thought I was being foolish. She would endlessly tell me I needed to focus my energies on getting a husband in order to secure my future because I was well past the age of when I should have been married in her mind.

I am a bit of introvert. It is difficult for me to make new friends. Also, I believe others are self-concerned only and will just as soon steal everything you have if they feel they can make any coin off it. Rarely do they willing help others. I can usually be found with my nose in a book when I am not working, in class or in the fields gathering plants.

I feel as if I can never get enough information about the world around me and continue to search for new information in books. I had read everything in the library at least once over the years. My grandfather has no new knowledge to share. So, about a month ago, I decided it was time to get out in the world and get some real-life experience.

One night my mother, father, sister and grandfather and I were all eating a family meal at the local tavern. Cicely of course could not stop from being negative about my upcoming journey of self-discovery. She was being unusually extra that night and drawing attention to our group. The tavern singer, Lillyanne Klacey (who was currently on break) overheard the conversation and came over to diffuse the situation before it became a full-blown argument. She was quite charming and steered the conversation in a way that was not obvious to the rest of the group away from the upcoming trip. She gave me a quick wink when no one was looking, letting me know that she was aware of what she had accomplished on my behalf She very quickly warmed the group over, including my argumentative sister.

Over the next few weeks, we became fast friends. Lillianna decided that it was time for her to move on as well and asked if she could join me on while on my travels. I was a bit weary of going alone and welcomed the idea of having a traveling companion. Lillyanne and I traveled for a few days before we came upon another small village. We were both anxious to have a hot bath, a warm meal and a comfortable bed to rest in. We found the local tavern/lodge that addressed all of our wants. Of course, Lillyanne who was so outgoing was soon chatting up everyone in the place. One interesting character was the bard. He has scales like a snake, and I had never seen someone like him in my isolated life in our little village. We all hit it off well. Lillyanne invited him to join our small group. He quickly agreed and our group of two became three. I hope he does not rob us blind while we sleep.