Roelhimble was himble by name yet humble by nature. Her golden locks and blue eyes were the theme of many a Birchamoot romantic song. Despite her beauty and the admiration of her clan, Roelhimble paid little attention to the adulations. Instead Roelhimble paid attention to plants, trees and flora. When a Spoonlin of Birchamoot had any ailment or injury they would first ask Roelhimble for a remedy. If Roelhimble had a second love it would be literature, she kept a large collection of herbal lore, and encyclopedias of animal and spoonlin biology. When she wasn’t reading, healing or tending her herbs, Roelhimble would walk for miles with her companion Arlo, of the talking wolflike species the “drogolf”.