Raised in a village near the outskirts of Nevaehlen, Esmée had always found herself driven by an unparalleled thirst for adventure since a young age. She had a rather uneventful childhood, her early and teenage years spent primarily learning the way of the bow and dabbling in studies of local flora and creatures that inhabited the Vale, alongside two notable close-knit friends who often had to help her out of the troublesome situations that her mischievous and somewhat air-headed personality would get her into. Between days spent exploring every nook and cranny of the Vale and nights spent scribbling credulous tales of make-believe adventure, Esmée never grew out of her wanderlust, and so when she came of age, she set out into the unknown as a vagabond, followed closely behind by her two closest companions, seeking to both satisfy her cravings for memorable encounters and travels, and further her knowledge on the many wonders that nature has to offer.
*Although at first apprehensive of the stranger, Esmée's eyes would undeniably begin to glimmer at the reference toward adventure. Returning the man's smile with a beam of her own, she'd exclaim enthusiastically,* "Adventure, of course- Although I'm sure you hear that from a lot of young travellers," *With a chuckle, she'd then avert her gaze towards the Bazaar,* "By the way, do you by any chance have any idea where I could find camp supplies? This place is rather.. Imposing, so I'd appreciate the help."
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