Not many people care about Fenn and his race, unless they are mages in search for new spell ingredients or normal village folk in need of medicine and other advice concerning health. More than he can count he assisted in medical issues, not asking for anything in return for his favor - something the people of Summerlin wouldn't accept anyways. Low creatures like him aren't paid with gold, they are merely rewarded with the permission to be alive.
There is only one person Fenn knows he can trust: Myral, a member of The Order, the local mages guild of Summerlin. Whenever the training supervisor vistis Fenn in his small cottage it's not only for herbs and medical ingredients but also for a tea and a bit of smalltalk.
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