![[Bry.png]] Bry doesn’t remember where he came from. Some say he sprouted up overnight in the ruins of Alexandria after the city's destruction, a sapling born from the ashes. Others claim he was always there, just small enough to go unnoticed, surviving in the cracks of stone and soil. All Bry knows is that **Alexandria is his home.** A **Treant boy** without a grove, he grew up among the city's ruins, scavenging food from overgrown gardens, listening to the whispers of old trees, and watching adventurers come and go. He learned how to hide, how to climb, how to slip between streets unseen. The city folk didn’t know what to make of him—a child of wood and leaves, more plant than person, but too small to be dangerous. Some were kind. **Some were not.** But Bry survived, just like Alexandria did. Now, with the city rebuilt, **he wanders its streets**, watching, learning, growing. He doesn’t quite fit with the humans, the elves, or the dwarves. But that’s okay. Because **one day, he’ll find where he belongs.**