"I'm from Lamedon, more or less. I'm just here for work."
That is as much as a curious inquiry would get out of Filigereth about the events that led her to, in her own words, "the middle of all nowhere" in eastern Rohan. Her accent is from the Cape, but the heraldry on her jewelry - a sparrow surrounded by wheat sheaves and budding branches - is that of a now-disgraced noble family of Dol Amroth, and her four-legged companion Breigalph has the bearing of a cavalry horse bred for a knight.
Whatever it is she left behind, she wants it to stay there. Despite her insistence that she would leave with the trading caravan she arrived alongside, she has become a permanent resident as far as anyone can tell, though she still keeps all but a few at arm's length with a bleak and often prickly sense of humor and a preference for the company of animals and training-dummies over people.
Time will tell whether the 'lone little bird' flies away again.
"I don't know. Men? Or things? I love Breigalph, and the color of the sky when a storm comes in over the sea, and- no. I don't love anyone who would want to know about it."
"Cowards and idiots. I am both of those, so take that how you will."
"All I want to do is what my father could not - something great. I do not know how, or what."
"What's the worst that can happen?"