Lowen (Low) Foss is a human traveller, the child of Elowen, a strong-willed silversmith, and Old Foss, a quiet, mildly magical druid tied to the rhythms of the land.
Their mother taught them the strength of craft and the patience of shaping metal. She was patient but firm, teaching Lowen through doing rather than explaining, expecting her to pay attention and learn by watching. Affection came through shared work — the quiet, steady rhythm of the forge.
Their father was semi-present in her early years — teaching them the language of herbs and the quiet hum of the land beneath her feet. He showed them how to find yarrow among the reeds, how to steep chamomile for sleep, how to listen for the quiet shift of the seasons.
Lowen stands between these two forms of quiet power — metal and herblore — never fully belonging to either. Lowen can enchant silver with the essence of herbs and nature. A brooch set with hemlock might carry a subtle sleeping charm; a ring infused with yarrow might heal wounds or sharpen the mind. Their work is quiet but precise, never flashy — small pieces with quiet power.
They are perceptive and understated, rarely noticed but always listening. Their work is subtle — small charms for protection, luck, or clarity — but it’s their ability to trade in secrets that gives their quiet influence.
Lowen has a cottage in Elm Cotes, on the slopes of Grimbles How, but is there only some of the time, since they frequently travel between towns, selling trinkets and quietly gathering secrets. They’re perceptive, skilled, and quietly confident, but prefer to blend into the background.
Lowen travels not because they seek greatness, but because they fit better in the spaces between. They know how to sit with silence, how to listen without asking — and how to shape both metal and words into things that people need.