The fighter ..Lissa..was sleepy. Perhaps it was the fact she had run so far before that portal opened, perhaps it was because she presently had somewhat of a full belly. Finding a comfortable position on the ground, and setting her teeth against the chill she thinks about the circumstances of her life thus far. Growing up was somewhat hard. Her parents had been killed when she was only a child, leaving her a squalling babe on the ground in the forest. Lukily a wild elf by the name of Oakleaf had found her and taken her to his village elder. The elder somewhat bemused be her tenacity adopted her and raised her in the ways of the village. He had given her and enchanted statue of an owl that had guided her in maters of magic and the heart, but Dala was gone now..taken when she was. Her heart was racing the village was under attack...strange men..dark men..killing people..buring scents, screams, and finally a net. A net to take her far away from the forest, from the only family she had known, to a place in the desert where the winds blew hot and the sun burned even hotter. She was a slave. The fighter had fallen asleep, a single tear sliding down her cheek, a single name on her lips faintly whispered.."Dawn"
