Sariel grew up in in the city of Santegia, abandoned by parents who chose not to care for her, leaving her quite hardened to living amongst the rats..She knows almost nothing about where she came from, only that she was, and is, a wood elf. As she grew, being raised by whatever beggar would take her in at the time- she learnt the ways of surviving in solitude, and most importantly..The skill of quick and intricate lying. From what she could remember, she was taken in by a group of thieves until she was able to walk, at that point, she was tossed aside onto the streets to fend for herself. She almost couldn't remember the last time a truthful notion spilt from her cracked lips when speaking to someone. it had gotten her this far, it would not fail her. She fancied herself a quick witted example of ingenuity, although anyone else may see her as a mangy nobody whom, in all true honesty, would be foolish to associate with.
