Unkadore was held captive in her younger years when her small encampment was rushed by unknown agents looking for worldly greed. Her captives hardly acknowledge she was there other then to feed her crumbs from their feasts. She sat alone for a year or so in a dark damp squatting waking one day to realize that no one was around they had left her behind and deserted her. Feverishly pounding on the door that held her in it had creaked open she was free. She had spent all that time and all it took was pounding of fists on the door for it to open. Fearing it could not be that easy she carefully and quietly peered and snuck around corners still not seeing anyone. She was free and she ran for the woods never turning back. Unkadore to this day explores the woods looking for a place to belong.
