Serafina Aveline was born into a respected elvish family - not nobility, but well-regarded enough that their name carried weight in the community. She was expected to uphold that. She didn't. A series of poor decisions from exploring too far to questioning customs culminating in one she refuses to speak about in detail led to her being formally cast out, her family making it quietly clear she was no longer their problem.
The disgrace stung more than she admits. She drifted for years after, picking up skills wherever she could. She's built herself into someone capable and self-sufficient, though there's a guardedness to her that never quite goes away.
Cares strongly for others. Works on rebuilding her reputation now, with a distaste for anyone who mentions her past.
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?”
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Serafina steps inside, pulling the door shut behind her. She doesn't sit immediately - her mismatched eyes sweep the room once before settling on the old woman, expression unreadable.
"You'll forgive me if I don't find that reassuring," she says, her voice measured, neither warm nor cold. She crosses the room and lowers herself into the offered chair, resting her hands loosely in her lap. She is composed, though her gaze doesn't leave the hag's face for a moment. "I come from the road, same as most people who end up somewhere like this." She tilts her head slightly, leaving it deliberately vague, the kind of non-answer that discourages others from asking more questions. "As for what I hope to make of myself -" she pauses, something flickering briefly behind her eyes before it's smoothed over, "ask me again when I've figured it out." She leans forward slightly, elbows on knees, "Now, why on earth were you expecting me?"
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