Daughter of a woodswoman, just like herself, Kestrea was raised strictly in the outlandish traditions of her family - including reluctance in sharing her name and having to build her own shack in the woods of Bree-land, choosing the northern edges of Chetwood for it. Her life is simple - as the winter snows melt, she packs up and travels off to far lands, exploring and hunting, both for sustenance and to stock up for trade. Throughout spring, summer and the autumn, she travels various lands, only to make return as the winds grow colder and the winter readies to set in. Then, the woman returns with furs and materials to trade, exchanging it for coin or favours - and gifting to those that have aided her in the past. Then, when the winter sets in, Kestrea spends it in her shack, visiting people in the town or reading novels and traveling logs of other people if the winter is harsh and snow makes travel too difficult.
And so it has been for over ten years. War or not, life must go on.