I was 17 when bandits raided the mining village where I grew up. They took everything, and killed my family and most of my friends. I was taken captive and sold as a slave. In captivity I was put to digging out new mining tunnels. When I wasn’t working, I liked looking at the stars, and eventually they started making sense to me in weird ways. Being a young woman in a slave enclosure I learned to be stealthy and avoid drawing attention to myself. Now that we’re free, I want to arm myself – we used to hunt rabbits in the village and shoot at targets for fun, and I know a bit about woodwork and fletching. Maybe I can make a bow?