Inathana always suffered from wanderlust. As she listened to the elders speak of what they used to be, all she could think of was how dull that sounded. When the clerics said to wait and watch for signs from their god she ran off to find them herself. When the druids told her to sit and listen to the forest for guidance she went and ask it her own questions. So when she came of age and the sentinels told her to stand and guard she said “No!” and left to interduce herself to other lands. Sessions passed as she traveled the continent reveling in how the world changed around her, staying long enough to learn to love a land and then moving on to another. Eventually, she found a great desert standing before her. Joyfully, she took her first steps towards meeting a new friend. Wondering around until she got her first glimpse at what kind of horrors lived in the dark, dying places of the world. The land, her new friend, was covered with a strange blight. Searching the bodies that were strewn across the area, she found what looked like a human merchant wagon from a place call Port Durst and the body of a creature she had only heard tales of. A Demon. In that moment she knew what her calling was. Filled with a newfound determination, she turned towards her new destiny and introduced herself.