Azzerra "Azzy", grew up in a traveling caravan that crossed the lands of Dale. The caravan never stayed in one place for too long so she calls all of Dale home...or did. Her mother was the caravan's medicine woman or healer. Azzy would often help her with the picking and mixing of herbs. She learned a great deal of healing arts from her mother but never wanted to follow that path. She kept finding herself drawn to the young people that trained to protect the caravan. She learned what she could in secret. She quickly learned that she was best with smaller blades, such as daggers. One young man started to teach her how to throw them and she became quite good at hitting small targets as well as moving targets.

One day her mother caught her training and took all of her weapons away. "You will not follow this path Azzerra!" Those words rang in Azzy's mind for a long time. Azzerra still found ways to practice though and kept her skills sharp, though she was much more careful of when and where she practiced.

Soon the caravan found itself a new member. Each caravan was attached to a noble house, and hers was no different. The noble house would send it's sons to travel with the caravan so they would travel the lands and meet the people. This was so that they would be better leaders. The young man that entered the camp was beautiful to behold. He stood tall, with long brunette hair that he kept tied back in the fashion of the day. With him were four of his subordinates. His name traveled quickly through the caravan's women, Ziltfrig.

It wasn't long till Azzerra's long red hair caught Zeltfrig's eye. She was different from all the other lass's in the caravan's camp. She didn't look like she was from Dale, she showed more of her Rohan heritage from her mother's side of the family than she did her father's. This drew Zeltfrig to her and soon when you saw one, you saw the other. One day the young noble kneeled to one knee and asked for Azzerra's hand in marriage, she had just turned fifteen and had come of age. Azzy accepted and a party was held in their honor.

It was the day after the party that everything went horridly wrong for Azzerra. Her new fiancé approached her that night and beckoned her to follow him. What she walked into became his word against her own. As he tells the story she sat and drank with Zeltfrig and his retainers till she got them drunk then used her womanly charms on them. Though the truth was that his retainers held her down whilst he took the one thing from her that was hers and hers alone to give. After he was done he allowed his retainers to take her as well. After all was said and done and Azzerra lay on the ground bleeding he took a dagger and marked her left hand with the mark of a harlot, for all to see. When she crawled back to her parents wagon she found her things packed and their backs turned to her. She was banished without even one hearing her side of the story. He was a noble and there was nothing she could do save take her things and go.

What Zeltfrig and his retainers created that day they can only pray they never learn, for if Azzerra ever finds any of them again... Well, I'll leave that to your imagination for it is too gruesome a dream to tell.