The daughter of a long history of immigrants, those who sailed the seas to find a little heaven near the great Baldur's Gate. Her family was seen like a new beginning, but that was centuries ago, now she was just the daughter of the chief, almost treated like a princess there.

Even so, that didn't stop her from feeling a bit foreign to the city. New customs, new manners. Outside the safe walls she was being kept at like a caged bird, trading the fancy silk dresses for armors and weapons. What never left her side nor her heart was her lyre, always being played by her skillful (and now calloused) hands. It was a way to come back home, no matter where she was.

Her magic was the healing kind, it is what she always yearned, to not hurt yet to heal. Although the sword behind her said otherwise. Time changes, people do so.

A bard who kept her status unknown for her own sake, telling old stories and singing old songs. Sometimes just playing to soothe the minds of the hurt. And this time, it was your time to be taken care of.

Mingyun happily played a low and gentle melody while you stayed by her side. You might tell this was everyday to her, but to her it was more than that. She was playing from her heart for you and no one else. If the rest heard, then so be it. But this song, these notes, were not written in any books, these were created for you and you only.