“My family. Happy and whole.” She says with a soft smile as she looks towards the corner of the room where her bow and quiver of arrows rests. “My father’s proud smiles. My mother’s tender touches. My brother’s grumpy retorts when I chased bullies away. There is not one particular memory in general.”

Her smile takes on a hint of sadness. “Sadly that family of memory is gone. But I never forgotten. My brother rarely speaks to us. My father is gone. All that remains is my mother and I. If anything the loss has brought us closer.”

“Being praised by Lord Chlodebaimt even though I was still a novice. His words and deeds are what drove me to keep pushing forward even through his loss.” He smiles proudly at the memory. “I thought I had done so poorly. Preformed every inch like a novice. An here the man walks over an puts a hand on my hanging head. His words… Gave me courage and strength.”