Gracee Wildflower's family has been growing flowers near Nobottle since time out of mind.  But that was never Gracee's dream, once she saw an adventurer in shiny armor with sword and shield fighting off a pack of wolves!  Having been infected by the adventuring bug, she found an old barrel lid, fashioned straps from discarded leather, and made a sword from a large wood branch and started training herself.

Poorly.

An old hobbit in the neighborhood, Aldert, saw her half-hearted attempts at beating up trees and took pity on her.  While regarded as somewhat an eccentric by the rest of Nobottle, he had been a wanderer and a fighter during his younger days and remembered a thing or two about the use of sword and shield and took young Gracee under his wing.  And she learned.

Well.

The day after Gracee's 25th birthday, Aldert took her aside and gave her a large and heavy package and a small and clinky leather pouch.  "Yer now good enou wi me sword the I caint learn ye no better.  Its time ye set out to find yerself.  'Tis me old armer, yell have te get it re-sized te fit ye, thas enou silver to do ye an some te spare.  The Graces that yer named fer watch over ye."

And with that he hugged her, kissed her forehead, and walked back into his burrow and closed the door.

Gracee picked up the bag, carried it to the blacksmith to get the armor resized for her, and began her time adventuring.

***

Having recently settled in Bree, Gracee rides out almost daily for adventure and to help people in need.  She likes to spend evenings in the Pony with friends over ale and ciders, and Barliman now always has a plate of cookies waiting for her.

Every few months she tries to go home to Yondershire to visit her parents and enjoy the good Nobottle beers that she hasn't been able to find outside of that area.