Exactly who my parents were, I knew once but no longer remember.  They were
elves, that much is apparent.

My earliest memories are of the cleric hall, and training.  One of my
teachers explained to me that the goddess Ianthe, harbinger of light and
goodness, hand-selects many of her own clerics when they are small
children.  I evidently was such a child, and so the High Priestess had come
and taken me from my birth family to be raised by others of the same
calling.

Once, not too long past, I was exploring the north plains when I
encountered an elderly mage.  He had clearly been robbed and beaten by
passing thieves, and by the light of my enchanted orb, I managed to restore
him to health.  He me her with the gift, if one can call it that, of
multicolored eyes.  Like the mood ring that some adventurers wear, my eyes
change color according to my mood.  My natural blue color appears when I
feel tranquil and content; brown or green may appear to indicate sadness or
ill health.  Gray means anger, and the darker the gray, the greater my fury
-- black is to be avoided.  White represents terror.  This is an
interesting way to live, to say the least; I can never completely conceal
my emotions.

It was a life of service that drew me to the Guardians.  Was it?  I barely
remember not being a Guardian.  No guild in all of Caspia ever accepted a
member before they attained the tenth level, no guild but one.  For reasons
known only to the Guildmaster and the gods, I entered the Guardian ranks at
the sixth level and have remained ever since.  I am the Smallest, and as
such find great purpose and contentment.  My favorite contribution to date
has been the design of the library in the guild hall.

Marriage is not for me.  I came to that realization early on.  I weakened
in this resolve for a time, as some of you who read this may remember.  But
things go badly when I let my resolve slip even a little, and this was no
exception.  No, I'm better off single, thank you.  It lets me keep my mind
where it belongs -- on the will of my goddess, the intentions of the guild,
and the good of the people of Caspia.

My health has been less than splendid in recent times.  As a result, I am
to be found less and less in the guild hall.  The High Priestess of Ianthe
has insisted that I spend time at a distant aid station belonging to the
clerics, resting my weakened body and refreshing my troubled spirit.  It
hasn't been easy to rest, knowing that the guild is battling Chaos in my
absence.  But an edict from the High Priestess is tantamount to an edict
from my goddess, and she I must serve without question.  I am among you all
in spirit, when I cannot be here in flesh, and when I am with you I place
myself completely at the service of the guild and the people.  Should my
own life be forfeit in the war, I shall go to an easy rest knowing that it
was lost aiding the guild which has long since replaced the family I can't
recall.