I was left on the doorstep of an elven home in Llyria, I grew up with two sisters Who My parents loved much more then me, I was the black sheep, My parents regretted adopting me, They considered me inferior, I could see it in their body language, their temperament and actions, however theyd never say it to my face. I repaid my families disdain with mischief, I was always stealing something, Making a mess and I would be yelled at afterwards, these childhood Misdeeds would grow in Severity in my teen years, I would bring orc women home From time to time, take the family cartridge for joy rides. we were not a rich family, My mother and father had fled Haelun'or for reasons they never told me, My father was a Teacher, My mother a seamstresses, we made by. Eventually when I turned 43 I Decided it was time for this Little raven to leave her nest of doves, and so I did. I became a wanderer, did some soul searching.
Iorveth scoffs at the man “im here for whatever may come my way, And my business is just that, MY Business.” She says as she walks past the man