Ciliren Leonan was always meant to be a Member of the Many Stars. At least that’s what the Oracle told her. A bard by trade, she loved nothing more than collecting stories, and reciting them in the greatest drinking establishments across the world; and some of the second best, and some of the minor ones. OK, anywhere she got a chance to perform, she would. She did perform at the greatest places, but also freely in town squares, along the road, on the ships she traveled on, and anywhere where someone wanted to hear great stories and legends. Her speaking voice was said to be of a summer breeze, warm and refreshing. Her singing voice of honey, sweet and smooth. When a member of the Many Stars approached her to join, offering her free food, lodging, and material wherever she would go, in exchange for minor moments of her time, she agreed without question. Granted her cloak, she simply carried on with her lifestyle of travel, song, and stories. Occasionally she would find herself in an odd place, rescuing a Deva from a desert, or greeting a group of adventurers at a dick in between performances at the nearby farms, but all in all, it was a good and fulfilling life.