I don't remember any of my life before arriving at the cottage in Arthe Dale...Mama said it was probably due to a bit of shock after my real mother died of the plague. My sailor father was oft gone years at a time, and after mother died he never came back, leaving me and my one real sibling brother in the care of a good halfling bard who ran a small makeshift foster home in Arthe. It was a large and odd family...but somehow we all made due, although it got a little harder as some of the children of us taller races grew. Still, most of the memories seem good to me, playing with the other kids in town, climbing, and otherwise having fun without even leaving the gates (Mama said there were odd invasions going on outside of the village, but she didn't go into detail, thinking it inappropriate for children.) I especially remember the times when Uncle Timothy came to visit from up north, gifting us with some of the things we oft went without and healing our cuts and bruises, tending colds. He stopped coming though, and it wasn't until I was much older that I found out why.

I get the feeling that Mama was rather exasperated with me, I rarely sat still through our schooling even though I took in every word...it was boring to me to stay in one place for too long. Mama often thought I should be a bard because of my wandering spirit and my powerful voice....although I really don't think I can sing a tune in a bucket. I just used it to get my way when everyone wanted to do something else than what I wanted to do. Perhaps I still would have, if it hadn't been for candy.

Yes, candy. You see, my brother of blood Karos and I used to go and sit in front of the trader's outpost in town, and often if we wait patiently, or sometimes ask politely the traders would give us a bronze for chocolate covered taffleberries, or if we were lucky enough a silver for cookies we could take home and share. So I got to know a few of the traders, and many of the beasts that carried the goods back and forth. Karos didn't seemed as fond as them as I did, but looked at them thoughtfully....he was usually quiet and thoughtful, and I never could understand how he always ended up with more money than I did on those trips. Anyhow, that's why I became a trader pretty much, so I could buy my own candy and stuff, and give it out to the kids, although later in life I learned it's better to teach em how to make their own way in life, I still seem to give away more than I save.

My luck for staying alive didn't seem to match my luck for wealth. As I came into the world a great plague like no other arrived and my first two weeks as a trader I spent more time dead than alive. It taught me that I need to count and defend on myself and not rely on others so much...I wanted to pull my own weight, as it were, and have since become a skilled fighter.

A lot of this I owe to the tog who would become my husband, a cleric named Calestia, who has cheered me on in my rise of skills and prestige, as well as making a regular habit of resurrecting this lil trader who sometimes bites off more than she can chew.

It was about this time something happened that changed my life. I had hit a low point, life had become tedious and boring....and one thing you must remember...I can't Stand being bored. So some of my friends persuaded me to visit them in the islands, and more specifically Aesry, a great mountains isle quite far out. Something struck me out there at sea, as if a part of my father's spirit touched mine and I had found my place. Determined to see that trading was brought to the islands, I made my home on Aesry, often commuting to Crossing to trade and teach young traders the ropes. With all I've learned I decided perhaps to give some back....not by giving money, which is expendable, but knowledge, which as we all know, lasts forever.