Well, tis good ta know you care enough to know just a little bit about me. Sit on down by the fire and I shall try to shed a little light on who I am and how I came to be here.

I suppose it would be best to start at the beginning. My mother, Gosaena rest her soul, was a beautiful woman, human in fact, with lustrous fire red hair and an attitude to match. My childhood memories are faint as I now look back but I will always remember her hair, as that is the one thing I take from her.

My father used to tell me stories of how she would would parade through town handing out fresh bread she had baked, spare hides to keep warm during the winter months and kind words of hope to the young and poor. She was a good hearted woman, until she died when I was only 8. My mother was not a fighter but a healer instead and when our town was invaded by animals from the ice hills, she was to weak to defend herself.

Chalisa looks down with a solemn face and wipes a tear from her face.

When my mother died, it destroyed my father. She was his world and I could see in his eyes, he was not the man he was before she died. But still, as the years went by, he tried his best to give me, his only daughter the best life he could give. He did try, and I know it was hard, but the temptress that alcohol can be to a hurting heart was to over powering even for him.

I remember going days without seeing him. Wondering if he was even still alive. On my 15th birthday, I remember waking in the morning, waiting in anticipation for my father to come surprise me with my birthday present as he and my mother did for years and even he did after she died. I waited for what seemed like hours, but he never came. I left my room in search of my father but he was no where to be found. I yelled for him, screaming out his name, but no one answered.

I waited a week for my father to come back to me. I knew in my heart he wasn't coming back after the first day but still I waited. What was a girl of only 15 years going to do without her parents. I didn't have any other family as they were all killed in the invasion last winter. I wiped the tears from my face, packed only the items I could carry and sold the rest at the local pawnshop. My family had very nice belongs and I was able to make a small amount of money to fund my travels to a new town.

I heard of this town called Wehnimers. It was full of people and opportunity. And, it was a new place to start. A place I could make a name for myself and start over.

Chalisa leans back in her chair sipping on a hot buttered rum, smiling softly at you.

When I first got to Wehnimers, I must admit I was a bit overwhelmed. There were so many people. I was able to get a room at a local inn with the money I got from my family's belongings. It was only enough to cover the first 8 nights of a stay. The first morning in my new town, I headed out looking for a job as a seamstress. I should have known the position would have already been filled with a town that big. I searched all day and every day for 5 days.

With my money dwindling down, and no job to speak of, I began to worry. I was hungry but had just a few silvers left to live on. I wandered the streets every chance I could, to keep my mind off food and to see what kind soul might aid me in a handout. I was a little disappointed however, Wehnimers was not quite as friendly as I hoped and I became bitter to these new townspeople.

I soon became bitter at the whole world, blaming everyone for my own misfortune. I had no friends, no family and no place to go. I began stealing fruit from the food carts outside the market and silvers from loose pockets. Begging on the streets soon became impossible as word about my thieving ways spread around town.

One summer's evening as I hid in the shadows scouting an elderly wizard as my next target, a burly Giantman slid in behind me and whispered in my ear that I should be more careful of who I steal from. Surprised that I had been seen, I became flustered and nervous. He saw my nervousness and assured me that he meant me no harm.

I sensed that I should trust him and joined him for the evening at the local tavern. We talked all night long as he told me of his thievish profession. We even stepped out for a few minutes as he showed me how to find the perfect target to pick from and who not to pick from.

After only a few weeks of companionship with my new found friend I had turned my misfortune into a way of life. I had begun practicing as a locksmith, aiding others in opening their treasure boxes and was tipped rather well for my services. By evening, however, my stalking cloak came on and into the shadows I hid, undetected.

As autumn approached, the news of the death of my friend spread throughout the land. I was saddened greatly by this news and vowed forever to remember everything he taught me and to keep his memory with me always.

In the shadows I now stay, waiting for my next target to happen by.

With that, Chalisa, stands and escorts you to the door, shutting it tighly behind her. As you look down you notice you seem to be missing a few silvers.