Brenlo was young when he first encountered a Bixie. He trapped it in a clay pot and set it loose upon his sister. He laughed for hours at his prank knowing that he could learn to love bringing that same joy to others. It was then that he came to the notice of Bristlebane. Bristlebane watched as Brenlo grew to a young man and savored the inventiveness of each new prank and joke he subjected his fellow Halflings to. It was no surprise to the townsfolk when Brenlo joined the priesthood and worked his way up within the church and Brenlo, he was more that happy to follow the Tenets of Bristlebane. It was not that he delighted in the suffering of others, but rather that he loved the look of surprise, the shouted yelp and even the thrill of the chase when the victim set after him, usually with stick in hand. He wandered the town of Rivervale, during the hours between prayers and studies, setting fire to toes, putting spiders in unexpected places and most of all tormenting Bixies. He delighted in their buzzing sound and savored the texture of their innards as it squished through his toes. 

He had found his calling. Brenlo would travel the world over, spreading the truth of Bristlebane. No matter if the person he was preaching to be injured by the onslaught of pranks that were Brenlo's main tool of his Priesthood and slaying Bixies. Brenlo occasionally returns to Rivervale, most folk there chuckle as he passes remembering the days of Brenlo's youth. Some clutch at arms once broken or wounds long healed, momentos from Brenlo's younger indiscretion. And the Bixies? They run to their Hives and do not show their faces until Brenlo is gone, long gone once again.