"All things grow from silence. Even gods."
"I do not paint what is. I paint what waits to be seen."
A wandering priestess whose gentle voice carries visions of sunlit resurrection and truths buried beneath the weight of sorrow.
The roots speak through her, and when the land is threatened, Tenja answers with storm, vine, and wrath older than kings.
A kind-hearted and wise Firbolg herbalist, Fenra Mossfang dedicates her life to preserving the natural beauty of the Verdant Weald while tending to the wounds and illnesses of those in need.