The girl grew up as one of the many orphans in beggar's alley. Her childhood there was of fear, hunger, and many a beating. With no relatives or anyone who cared whether she lived she soon took to thievery not to starve. She projected the hate for the world she felt on the few other children that did approach her or talk to her, scaring them away or making them hate her back. And as a result leaving her as a completely abandoned piece of youth, wandering the streets of Bree. She became very good with picking away a few folks' coins here and there, yet would often just let herself be caught so she could spend a few days in the Bree jail, at least receiving food and warmth.

Growing a little older she began to realize that the amount of anger she carried with her was not normal. It made her reckless, and kept getting her in trouble, kept getting her hurt. It got to the point where she couldn't start let alone hold a conversation with anyone. 

Yet one day, peaking into one of the backrooms of the pony, she tried again anyway, adressing the young man Vanden. She managed to have a decent conversation with him, possibly her first ever.