Alora grew up in a village in the Vale of Nevaehlen with her mother and father usually being absent from their home, so she found her home in two of her friends instead. She would often be on the sidelines of her friends adventures, always watching from afar with a little bit of envy at how they so easily figured out their purpose. She learned archery like the other elves in her village, but never really found any interests outside of that. When she became of age, her friends set out into the world to achieve the goals they had set for themselves, and true to how she had always been, Alora followed closely behind. If she couldn't find her purpose in the Vale, then maybe she would find it while she traveled along with her selfmade family.
*Alora takes one look at the man, frowns, and takes a few steps back to shield herself behind her friend. She'd look up towards her, and gently press on her back, as if pushing her towards the man to speak for her, and then ask in a gentle tone,* "Can you please take care of this one?"

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