Emalia was born in Helena to a tinkerer and his wife. The father'd rather have had a son, and thus treated the girl like a son, teaching her the art of tinkering, which the girl soaked up like a sponge. She experimented with the intricate mechanics of locks, and helped her father in her shop a lot of the time. When she wasn't helping out, she'd swipe a few trinkets, barely worth a copper. Eventually she got bolder and started picking pockets. When her parents discovered her horde, they told her they wouldn't call the guards, if she never returned. Emalia packed her belongings and set out into the world, hoping to find a place that can value her skills while keeping her too busy to steal stuff. She has since left the Holy Empire, and has now been wandering around Arcas, having visited Cloud Temple and Adria in the hope of finding someone who needed her skill. No luck.
The human girl glanced at the stalls and shops, browsing for anything small to pocket, before turning to the man, returning a big smile “Hey! I was hoping to find work here. Does this town have a smith or a tinkerer who could use some aid?”

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