Isbjorg

My name is Isbjorg, though most call me Isi. I'm a researcher specializing in magical creatures. I studied at the Academy in the capital—not magic, but the creatures themselves. Their behaviors, habitats, the ancient magic woven into their very existence. Understanding them has always been my purpose. I came to Eldertown following rumors of the Eldergrove—a mystical forest teeming with fae creatures unlike anything documented in academic texts. If the legends were true, this place held a treasure trove of undiscovered species. I had to see for myself. I live in a cozy cottage at the edge of town, right next to Caelan, the carpenter. We became fast friends—two people who left the capital to forge our own paths. He understands that I don't need constant conversation, and I appreciate that. Zev, the quiet hunter, crosses my path in the grove sometimes—two loners who understand silence. The people here are... kind. Martha, the baker, insists on feeding me despite my protests. Thomas shares old legends that prove invaluable to my research. Sage, the Keeper, welcomes me onto her farm without prying into my past. Aura and I trade sarcasm like daggers, then laugh about it. Boo, her fae bat, is a patient and delightful research subject. And Soryn? Just don't ask... he's fascinating, isn't he? What a man... Pumpkin, Sage's fae fox, thinks I don't realize he's talking to me. I do. I'm just focused. The Warden and I... had words. But he knows I won't harm the grove or its creatures. He tolerates my presence. That's enough. I'm stubborn, hyper-focused, and I don't waste words. I may seem distant at first, but those who look closer will find I'm fiercely loyal. The Eldergrove holds secrets, and I intend to document every single one.