Moonlit Myrrh was a group of lost souls who founded the company under the protection and lead of Evanura Perrin, a young elven woman. Over the years, Evanura- or "Eva" as her friends called her- had built the Moonlit Myrrh Company from the ground up, taking in bards, warriors, rogues, bandits and thieves, slaves who were freed or escaped from their masters, and many other types of people whom she had saved and who needed somewhere to go. Eva was a kind soul, one who looked after her own and protected them without any regards to herself, and had been through some tough times herself. When her clan had been annihilated during the Blight and she the only survivor, Eva had fumbled her way through the lands, trying to make ends meet. When she had reached Denerim, she found there a few lost souls like her and had become incredibly close to them. They became the first of the Moonlit Myrrh, the first of her new family. As time passed, Eva and her men found their way to Bellcrest in the Bannorn of Ferelden where they made their home just south of the village.
One day, after a long hard day's work, Eva was sleeping in her room when her second in command, a gruff looking man named Rowen Moor, knocked on her door.
"Eva, you have guests." he said, opening the door.
Eva groaned, rolled over and glanced at him, groggily. "Isn't already dark out? What could bring guests here at this hour?"
"There is a storm coming. They seek food and lodging for the night."
Eva sat up and stretched, her long legs bare and her dainty feet barely touching the floor. Standing, she yawned and walked towards him, earning herself a blush and a shake of the head from Rowen. "What? Rowen, you know I have no shame." She giggled and walked towards the main hall of their keep- a place that had been abandoned several hundred years ago that they had spruced back up and taken as their home- to greet their guests.
Standing patiently waiting, the guests of Myrrhwood Keep looked around rather impressed. For such a small company of mercenaries, they did pretty well for themselves. Their lieutenant, a tall man with blonde hair and amber eyes, stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. When they were joined, every present man's eyes widened and their cheeks burned. A young woman, an elf with long flowing crimson hair and fern green eyes, walked into the main hall dressed in nothing but a loose fitting tunic that hung off her shoulder and her underthings. She stretched and yawned, her tunic rising up to show a slender figure underneath.
"Welcome to Myrrhwood Keep, friends. I am Evanura Perrin, Commander of the Moonlit Myrrh Company. To what do I owe this unusual pleasure?"
The guests were a small group of Templars returning to the Circle Tower, caught in the storm. Their lieutenant stood there silent, unable to take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful and tall for an elf, her ears long and out to the side rather than up and back like most elves. She had three piercings on one ear sporting tiny golden hoops with green crystals. She also looked disheveled, like she had just woken up. He took a deep breath and swallowed before greeting her in return. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Commander Perrin. We have heard much about your company and it is a pleasure to be able to stand in your halls. We wish to seek food and lodging for the night."
Eva smiled. "Only if you tell me your name, good ser."
"Maker, where are my manners..?" The lieutenant tried to compose himself as he bowed his head and put a hand to his chest. "I am Cullen Rutherford, Knight-Lieutenant of Ferelden's Circle of Magi."
A spark gleamed inside Eva as she stepped closer to him. "Oh? So what brings Templars to my door? Is it just the storm?" She raised a brow, enjoying making these men blush- seeing the desire in their eyes.
Cullen looked down at her, surprised to find that she actually stood a foot taller than any average elf and came to just a few inches shorter than him. "Y-Yes, Commander Perrin." His blush deepened when she smiled.
"Alright, well then I will have my men get you taken care of and in the morning we can share a meal. You are welcome to stay until the storm passes." Eva replied, turning towards the man who had accompanied her. "Rowen, please see to it that they are taken care of? I believe there are some open rooms in the west wing. See to it that the Knight-Lieutenant is in the room towards the end of the west wing."
Rowen nodded and Eva turned back towards Cullen and his men. "My second in command here, Rowen, will show you to your rooms. My men I assume are taking care of your horses, as I do not think you fool enough to have come on foot. In the morning, join me here in the main hall for breakfast." She looked back up at Rowen. "Good night, my friend. I'm going back to bed."
Rowen bowed to her and she patted his shoulder before turning to leave. Cullen watched as Eva left the main hall and disappeared into the north wing where he assumed her room was. Rowen motioned for them to follow him and he led them to the west wing and showed them the spare rooms. "Each room can hold three men comfortably." He looked at the Knight-Lieutenant. "Commander Perrin would like to house you in this room down at the end."
Thunder boomed outside, wind whirled against the windows.
"It would appear that you might be staying here longer than you planned, Knight-Lieutenant. The storm seems to be getting worse. Please, as Commander Perrin said, you and your men are welcome to stay until the storm passes. I hope your accommodations at comfortable. Each bed as a chest at its foot stocked with extra blankets should you need them." Rowen bowed his head. "If you would excuse me, I should like to retire as well. Breakfast is three hours passed sunrise. Commander Perrin rather enjoys sleeping in when she can. If you need assistance, our bell tower will toll at the beginning of each hour." Rowen bowed his head again. "Please, get some rest. I have a feeling you'll be in for a long day with Commander Perrin tomorrow."
Cullen and his men watched Rowen head back down the hall. He looked at his men and sighed. "Get some rest, everyone. We've had a long day today and have earned some well deserved sleep."
His men nodded, dividing themselves into the rooms as he went down to the Rowen had pointed to. It was a nice room, well furnished with a dresser, desk, bed, chest, small table and chairs, and a fireplace. He lit a fire, then started to set his armor on the dresser. Sitting back on the bed, Cullen ran his fingers through his hair, unable to get the image of the Commander of the Moonlit Myrrh out of his head. It wasn't even that she was half naked for the world to see, it just that she was really beautiful and he had never seen anyone like her before. He had heard the rumours of how she was thought to be the reincarnation of Sylaise- the elven goddess and Hearthkeeper. He wondered if the rumours were true. If his Maker was real, why couldn't the Creators be? He wasn't so consumed by his faith that he would not give another a second glance. He shook his head and slid under the covers, quickly falling asleep, intrigued to see what the morning would bring.