When I was old enough to understand, they told me about how I was born. That I came into the world weak, almost reluctantly, refusing to breathe and in danger of dying at birth. Desperate, my mother prayed to Damaris to save me, and only then did I finally cry out. I must have felt it all along -- night was the only time I ever knew peace. Though I was civil toward my parents, and kept myself well composed, I was possessed with hatred toward almost everything. I hated the sun that burned my skin. I hated my cousins and their silly girl's games. I hated the very fact that I was a woman. I hated Bards and their music, Elves and fae, mages and their little pets. The only love I knew in the whole world was toward Damaris. But I didn't know why.

The answers came some years later, in the form of dreams. Night after night, a story unfolded to me, about an Elven Bardess. I saw glimpses of her life -- a pitiful, foolish, tragic life, in the time of the Dragon Priests -- visions of all I hated and wanted to avoid becoming. Perhaps a past life... but I couldn't accept it. In my rage I finally broke my truce with my parents, growing more impatient with them every day. I felt the need to prove myself more than ever, and I knew my time on the farm was meant to end.

It was now year 351, the time when Mibgluc wreaked havoc on the world. Our small village was crowded with refugees fleeing both ways, commoners and adventurers alike... and Bards hoping to play for their supper. One of them, an Elf, reminded me far too much of what I had seen in my dreams. But I invited him to stay with my family....

So many frightened people, mourning lost friends... it made me feel restless, and it was hideous to watch. I decided this would be the night. I stopped to give my parting wishes to our visiting Bard... and my family never saw me again.

With his money and belongings, and the weight of crime on my shoulders, I left for the Crossing with only one goal in mind: to find the one place that I could belong in, the one place that would take me. The place where I could serve my god, and begin my new life. A place I only heard rumors of, but I knew had to exist. The Guild of Thieves.