Having survived a wrecked slaveship, she washed ashore on the banks of Sinfar.
  What is to come next is a story to be told.
  With nothing but her shackles and dressed in tattered rags, the half-elf is now left with an open tale of her destiny.
  Already as soon as she arrived in Sinfar she was accosted by a drow offering to lend her money, which she refused, and another, a human that tried to turn her into his slave maid, but she managed to escape.
  She quickly made some new friends, who showed her where the local tailor was, so she could get some new clothes, to hide her spellbound slave collar and shackles which seemed to bring about all the wrong kind of attention.