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As a young Tortle, I've always had a curiosity in the ways of healing. This probably comes from our parents dying while we are young, or the fact that we sometimes get injured visitors to our little Island of Snout. I joined a human temple when I was still fairly young, in hopes of learning medicinal aides, and the like. A few years later, I began to feel a secondary presence in my life. Describing the presence to the priests, they believed it to be there Goddess, Mishakal. Not having any reason to doubt this, and being excited that a goddess of healing chose me, I began training with the clerics of the temple, in hopes of gaining insight into their skills.

Years have gone by since then, and I find myself preforming small 'miracles' for small towns when I come by them. When I find other who are touched by the gods as I am, I am always tolerant. I ask in depth questions on there first 'encounter'. I always take their word that they have had these direct experiences. I occasionally run into trouble while on the road, and find myself glad of my healing abilities, and of course my mace and shield. Sometimes I wonder if I give to much of myself to strangers, but I must continue to assist those in need of aide and healing.

I now find myself in a caravan on my way to a town called Nights Tone? The destination means little to me, just the cause. I hope to prove myself worthy of Mishakal's blessings, and may she aide me in my quest to heal others. My understanding is that Giants are attacking whatever they feel like, and the local elves haven't been to friendly with the people of Nights Tone.