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She remembered being the youngest in line,the last in the yearly ritual to make sure they were strong for the tribe. Tryn'rae heard the dreaded sound and tried desperately not to flinch as she stood with the other five children in a row for their yearly trial, the one to make sure they were strong enough. She knows of two no longer here.
Click,Clack,Click,Clack
The sound almost of bones if not for the faint rustling movement, then looking up at the village elder, Nar'nea, just back from the desert carrying a bag that sways almost gently as the sound obviously coming from inside the bag. Being the youngest, therefore the last, her only hope was something her parents told her,
The biggest will climb on top inside the bag, so will be first, yours will be smaller
Nar'nea first using a stick then quickly and expertly reaching in the bag now draws out the scorpion being careful to hold the stinger away from her then looks at the first in the row.
The trial begins
Tryn'rae watches closely from the corner of her eye not turning her head as Nar'nea holds the scorpion briefly to an open part of Jial'ren's skin, pulling it back just as quickly but not before the venom hit it's mark as the face begins to look flushed. The pain that immediately shows on his face as the cheek began to discolor and welt was too much for Tryn'rae to watch as she silently looks away turning instead to Nar'nea with her multiple, now permanent skin discolorations looking almost like circles etching a great part of her body.


Now, as the eldest in line being almost 160 years of age, Tryn'rae's bag is packed with only the minimun supplies. After this, if she survives, they will tell her to leave for her final trial. She must prove her worth by not only surviving but flourishing in the strange world of Gobaith she had only heard about in tales told around the campfire. The older stings, some permanently etched on her skin attest to her continued worth for the extended family. Her forest green eyes look on her surroundings with the stoic look marking her resolve to go out in the world and when finally home, to be allowed to have the last name becoming a permanent member for others to talk about around the fires at night. Her greatest secret desire is to find what they all look for, the Erume-lie, or those that have departed.

Exploring the new land secretly, hiding when someone comes near, Tryn'rae tries to get an idea of the strange actions of some. Very small people seem to enjoy digging in solid mountain, while those without shoes appear to like to turn the dirt in special places. Biting into her ham as she silently watches behind a tree and dropping the bone frowning at the last of it gone, she smoothly places her dagger in her belt silently walking away never once spotted. Nowhere yet has she seen any signs though of the Erume-lie, only hoping she would recognize one if seen. Feeling she is just beginning to understand some of the strange language, Tryn'rae goes back to the place she has found a temporary home. Sitting with her back to the trunk, she peers around the forest and only viewing the deer, starts to practice the words she has heard saying each one carefully with an odd accent, but recognizable.

Buy, sell, gold, potion

Nodding she thought she understood those words, others however were more obscure.

Jail, guard, governor, eliza

Shaking her head she mumbles to herself in the elven language

I need to explore more

Tryn'rae concentrated on testing out the broadsword slashing at the bandit stealing her copper, it wasn't near as easy as her daggers, but she needed to save them for now, they were getting quite worn. She had to run fast yesterday when as a storm approached, a giant bee started chasing her, and finally with nowhere to run, she turned and fought valiantly as her blade dripped water then with just a couple of hits, it had departed but not before the sting of it's venom hit her twice. Looking closely at her arm where the sting hit she chuckled and speaking in elven to herself

Not near like a scorpion!.

As the rain slackened she finally noticed the human hunting bandits also and hesitantly nods to him then speaks common with a very strong elven accent as if not used to the words

Hello.

After much confusion, she repeats his name

Lexis,

and they spend some time at the bandits before he notices the state of her torn, old armor that she had taken from a dead bandit. Following him to a place he called Grey something, Tryn'rae watched as he worked, then holding up two beautiful daggers and even making an armor her delight was complete. Knowing it wasn't enough, she offers him the potions she had still as the light from the dagger blades sparkle. Trying her usual hold with one of the daggers, she flips it attempting to catch the handle yet missing it this time as the longer blade slices past her hand and lands on the floor while not understanding his words of caution, Tryn'rae tries again with a grin, catching it now, knowing she can easily handle these longer blades, then places both in her boots and wrapping a quick bandage on her still bleeding hand.

These humans then are not bad not like the orcs she heard of in the stories told over and over around the campfire. Tryn'rae managed to find out a little about whom she sought, of "Those that Departed" which her tribe was to join but got left behind instead. Though she didn't believe his version thinking he didn't understand her. Of course Drows were not bad or evil, how could he think that! Shaking her head finally figuring out he didn't know where to find them, Tryn'rae departs but not without a backward glance at this human. In some ways he was very nice, in others it seemed like his ideas of elves and what he called Drows were totally different from what her people had talked of in the days before the departure.

The days blended together as she quietly went about the island, sometimes fighting the wolves, sometimes some things that looked like skeletons near a large apple grove on her way to the harbor. She learns more how to use her daggers, and of the main language of this island.