About

Fir was born in the depths of the Golmore Jungle. Like many of his kind, he was a Wood Warder, trained to defend the forest from intruders, though he was never very good at it. But his true love was finer work, delicate filigree and ornamentation that he would smuggle back to the village. A fire, set by Garleans to flush out insurgents, changed everything. Badly burned, he was dragged from the forest and broke the laws of his people. Unable to return, Fir had to embark on a new life.

He began a new life in Eorzea, renaming himself after the fir tree. Fir built a reputation first in Gridania, and then Ul'dah, as a skilled goldsmith, gaining wealth for the beauty of his work. His mind drifts now to healing waters, to the dream of a bathhouse where he might soak his scars and begin again.

Though quiet, Fir is never alone for long. Sebastian and Alt fill his world with chaos and joy, and his path has shifted from single-minded study to curiosity. He’s a craftsman, a learner, and an awkward conversationalist with a deep need for connection. If you promise him a hot spring, he’s yours for the evening.

Short Story

Fir traced the copper pipe with a frown. “But if I turn the valve here… no, wait. That’s backwards.”

From across the bathhouse, Alt snickered. Sebastian, sprawled in a chair with a half-drunk bottle of wine, lazily offered, “You’re adorable when you’re thinking.”

“This is serious,” Fir muttered. “If the pressure spikes, the entire heating system could—”

“Explode?” Alt offered helpfully.

“Yes,” Fir replied, deadpan.

He gave the valve a cautious twist. Nothing happened. Then, with a deep creak, a jet of warm water shot out, straight into his face. Alt shrieked with laughter. Sebastian clapped once, delighted, after the initial worry dropped from his face.

Fir stood there dripping, his soaked robes clinging, blinking behind wet bangs. Then he exhaled and muttered, “Well. At least the pressure’s working.”