Andraia grew up in a small village near Haven. Her family lived what most would call an average live. They were not poor nor were they rich. No one in the immediate family was an adventurer or a warrior of any fame, just good honest folks. Andraia was not like her family. Every chance she could get she would sneak off to the forest to visit the the animals, or follow the adventurers through town asking them all kinds of questions. One day Andraia met an elf by the name of Darielle. She was a powerful cleric who served Kithairien. Andraia would follow her all around town. In time Darielle got used to turning around and seeing Andraia behind her. Andraia's parents did not like their daughter following the adventurers like this. They forbid her to see Darielle anymore. That very night Andraia left home and swore never to return. She wanted to live the life of adventure, excitement and glory. Darielle could see Andraias' desire to become a cleric. So she took her under her wing and began to teach her everything she could. Andraia leaned a great deal about the animals of the lands as they traveled great distances together. About 3 years ago Andraia and Darielle were off on one of their usual adventures. This time however they were attacked by a large group of trolls. They fought bravely; together they bested most of the oncoming trolls. Some how in the fray the two were separated. It was then that a second wave of trolls attacked. Darielle screamed for Andraia to run Andraia turned to run, she looked back and saw Darielle was not following. Darielle took the pack head on and was killed by the pack of trolls. Andraia ran out of the swamps and hid in a near by cave. There she cried for hours? Darielle gave up her life so that Andraia could escape. Andraia still lives the life of the adventurer but that day in the swamp taught her many lessons. None more important than that the live of an adventurer is far from the glory that she heard as a child while listening to the bards sing of their heroic deeds.