Isolde was born the daughter of a scribe in Númendil. Her father was well respected and played an important role in academia. He made his living through his work and the connections he built with those who could not read and write themselves.. Because of her father’s job, Isolde rarely remained in one place for long; as a result, most of her personal connections were with the children of her father’s clients. Because of her father, Isolde learned at a very young age how to read and write. With her focused skill set, she spent her apprenticeship following and learning from him, just as she had done before. She knew she was destined to become a scribe like her father, but she wanted to take it a step further. Isolde became deeply interested in traveling and learning from her journeys. Furthering her education, she developed a passion for languages. She began to travel with the intention of learning as much as she could about languages and other cultures (if this is allowed). Isolde made it her mission to become a translator and documenter, using the skills she had learned from her father.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
“Oh, hello” Isolde gasps slightly startled by the sudden appearance of the woman. She continues cautiously into the run down house. “You were expecting me?” she shakes her head as if to brush off that statement. “I am from Númendil and I am here looking for the local archive, would you by chance know how I can get there?”
“Not somewhere.” the old hag interjects. “But a thing.” She turns and grabs a large book off of the nearby bookshelf. The woman drops the tomb in front of Isolde with a loud slam from its weight that makes her flinch.
Isodle grabs the book by its cover and opens it to the front page. “What language is this?” She asks as she flips though the pages, noticing that none of it is legible to her.
“You will find all the answers you need in that book when the time is right.” The hag says as she gently shuts the book and moves Isolde’s hands over top of it. “Take it with you, it will be a great asset in your travels.” she says as she pushes it into Isolde's arms.
The small girl almost falls over as the weight of the book shifts from the table and into her grasp. “Oh, um thank you?” Isolde questions, not to sure of the interaction that just unfolded in front of her
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