Role

Chapter 7

After her father's slave caravan was destroyed, Mizfara was taken to
Darsylon to be cared for. Unlike her father and the men he had hired,
when the elf uttered his holy word she was not harmed. The paladin took
note of this. Peering into her soul, he saw that her true nature was not
like that of her father, and for that reason took her with him when he
returned to the city of his people.

At first she was full of rage. Rage against the man who had slain her
father, rage at the fact that she was now orphaned in a city of
strangers, rage at her inability to control her own fate. Gradually,
however, the elves' kindness began to soothe her spirit. Ashamed of how
much more slowly she learned things compared to the elves around her, she
began to study privately with some of the priests in the temple.
Consequently, her speech and mannerisms more resemble those of the elves
than of her own kind.

Showing no talent for magic and prevented from becoming a priest, Mizfara
naturally gravitated towards more martial pursuits. She took great
pleasure in training with the junior members of the Darsylon guard, though
it was often a frustrating experience. Training only with swords, Mizfara
was at a severe disadvantage. Unable to grasp the art of wielding two
blades, most of the more sophisticated techniques were off limits to her.
She had almost resigned herself to being a second-rate swordsman, when her
tutor surprised her and suggested she seek out one named 'Kavan' in
Voralian city to the east...