Saint Eulena, the Pullets, and the Snakes

And it came to pass that the widow Eulena prayed to Hytren in her grief, not to reassure her, nor yet to take her grief from her, but to take the illness that killed her husband from the body of her step-daughter, and bestow it upon her. And Hytren heard.
And Eulena sent her step-daughter to live with relatives in the next kingdom. And she herself took up residence with a lone dwarven farmer near the wilds, to let the illness take its course, whether to pass or kill. And she forsook her dignity, but did not despair. And Hytren heard.
And it came to pass that Eulena was travelling to Manartor market when she was overtaken by a hastening merchant. And she called after him, asking the reason for his pace, but he spared no breath for her. And when he had passed out of sight, a sibilance came to Eulena's ear. And a snake approached her, without any urgency, and passed by, waiting for the merchant to weaken by its venom. And in passing, it bit Eulena once.
And Eulena continued to Manartor, and conducted her business, and returned to the farm. And though she was near to collapse from the snake's venom, she fed the livestock. Then she did take a pullet, and did slaughter it, and that evening ate of its flesh. And with the night came fever-dreams. But in the morning, Eulena was healed, of the venom and illness both.
And news came that the merchant had died of snake venom, and he having been beloved of all, all would be welcome at his funeral. But Eulena had an evil premonition, and told the farmer that they should not attend.
And it came to pass that Eulena was taking livestock to Manartor market on the day of the funeral. And she resolved to pay her respects in spite of her premonition. And on the fringe of the cemetery, she came upon a grieving man well into his cups. And she did not know him. And she saw what he, in his drunkenness, did not. A number of snakes, though wary of the crowd at the funeral, had skirted the cemetery, and come upon the drunk man. And the snakes bit the drunk man. And though the alcohol in him warred with the venom, it was clear the drunk man would not live.
And Eulena slaughtered one of the pullets she had brought to market, and offered its meat to the drunk man, saying that it would save him from the venom. And he, in his drunkenness, refused. And Eulena once more prayed to Hytren, that the drunk man be spared the venom's sting. And Hytren heard, turning the man into a felsul tree.
And though their prey was flesh and blood no longer, the snakes did not desist in their attack. And Eulena saw that, ere long, even the hardy wood of the felsul would succumb to the venom. And so she cried at the snakes.
And the snakes heard her, and turned upon her as one. And as swiftly as she could, Eulena led the snakes from the cemetery. And though the snakes bit her many times, she did not falter until the had been led nigh two leagues from Manartor.
And then did she lay down, and leave this life behind.
And Hytren saw.
And Hytren lifted her spirit from her base, corporeal form, and elevated her for her suffering. And He decreed that she would not be forgotten, and that she would watch over those suffering from terrible illness, and venom, and similar maladies of the blood.
And so she is remembered.

In Art

Adventurers have found a bronze door, within the Crumbling Dungeon, which depicts scenes from this Hytrenite parable. The door possessed nine panels, each depicting a different scene, though not arranged in any discernible order.