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Arfuna initially hails from the Grand Kingdom of Urguan of Aevos; born as the only child of the Ingotcloak name. Arfuna's parents were tinkerers: building devices to help the dwarves of Urguan, whether that be for violence and protection, or for entertainment and whimsy. When Arfuna reached her Youngbeard age, she ventured away from Urguan in the hopes of exploration and an attempt to make a name for herself as a tinkerer. Arfuna's parents supported her decision openly, giving her a bag of her own tools and some materials to assist her; a small metal mallet, some wooden dowls, an ingot of copper, coins and a few gemstones. Arfuna wandered the world, though never found a place that resonated to her; nowhere but Urguan felt like home to her. Arfuna decided to return home after a year; she saw her home abandoned, destroyed by Orsathiel. At this sight, Arfuna set back off again from Urguan; she eventually managed to settle within Azuras, hoping she might find her people again, might find her parents again.
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?”
*She looked around at the new town, her bag's contents clinking with each step as dust lifted from the ground around her. She walked up to the dimly lit shack, the soft candlelight flashing through the window. Stepping through the open doorway, her eyes fell to the hag's, their eyes meeting in the candlelight. As her eyes adjusted to the new light, she saw the chair the hag pointed at, pulling it towards her as she took her bag off and rested it against the leg. The chair creeked slightly as she sat down on it, her eyes returning to the hag's, her hands resting in her lap* "T'ank you.. I uh- I come from Urguan or well- I was born in Urguan and was travellin' round fer a bit" *She let out a sigh, the flame on the table between them swaying with her breath, fighting to stay alive* "I dun 'ave an idea on w'at I want ta be.. I dun like all t'e fig'tin' of me people but..." *She paused, opening her bag at her side, taking out a small metal mallet* "I tried ta be someone w'o 'elped wit' t'e.. fun.. stuff. Pottery, paintin'- t'ose sorts o t'ings... though I only ever managed to make a pottery w'eel before.. well.." *She paused again, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she stood up from the chair. She closed her bag again, slinging it back onto her back as she firmly held the mallet* "I t'ink I s'ould be 'eadin' out.. newer and bigger right?" *She smiled at the hag before turning to leave the shack. She lifted her mallet-wielding arm to her brow as the sun shone on her face, glistening off her metal pieces. She continued walking, the dust following her with each step*
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