Evenfall

Folks say that the Heartlanders are fast learners. Many would be inclined to agree; They are known for their literature, their art, their music. All, wonderful things in their own right. Growing up, though, Asra was less artsy and more scrappy. She never did like reading, the way the words almost seemed to dance on the pages was infuriating. Music wasn't so bad. She could play by ear, at least. But reading sheets was next to impossible. Her parents were less than thrilled with these events. It didn't matter much to her- As far as she was concerned, the most important thing was running around with the other goods and just having a good time. As a resident of Presa de Madera, this has always been easy to do. Easier still, as an eighteen year old girl looking to get into trouble and cause all kinds of glorified femme fatale havoc. Or so she claims, anyway. These days, it's hard not to look at the ships that come in on the Timberwood and feel longing for something more. Friends of hers might note that she gives particularly keen glances towards boats with fish.