"Theole, Theole rise!" The girl who was fourteen winters at the time, rose up swiftly, the night was late and her Father demanded she had woke up.
That look, that... fearful look in his eye.
Was she to pay for the trust she so wrongly placed?
They came, the ruffians she had thought would help her family gain the coin they needed came. She made a deal with what would in this case be the devil.
They gave her the coin, but they had not aided her family like they had promised.
Her Father was out of work, which doomed the entire family.
"Theole, when I said make a deal I did not mean with these fools they have no honor!"
Her Father looked down at her in shame, was this the daughter he had raised?
The girl... the girl had not the slightest clue that they were ruffians naive in so many ways.
By shield and spear the precious lives of her parents were gone, within the blink of an eye.
She attempted to save them, but alas her skills at the time as a warden were weak, she could barely lift a Javelin
Now, at twenty years old.
Theole has a haunting memory.
She lies in bed at the tavern of the Prancying pony, cursing the day of her birth..
