Kaelyn Alveye

Kaelyn was raised in an orphanage, and was never given any information about how it was she came to be there. When she was seven, a nice old woman arrived to take her away to a beautiful and spacious home. There she was given a blanket to sleep on in the back of the broom closet that was her personal quarters. For the next 8 years she lived as a servant there, cooking and cleaning, and sleeping from the time that the bell stopped ringing at night until it resumed again in the morning. One day, the bell hadn’t rung long after sunrise. When she went to the woman’s room she found her still in bed, dead and cold. Fearing that she would be blamed and punished, she gathered clothes, money, one large kitchen knife and a cleaver, and she set off wandering. Keeping to the busy roads, she found an Inn to hire her as a sous-chef and occasional waitress. The pay is poor but she was given a full room, and she overhears a lot of information casually shared during conversations. When her room door was broken down in the middle of the night, she scrambled to avoid the clutches of a drunken man intent on doing her harm. With little option, she sunk the knife into his chest. Hearing the racket, her employer bolted into the room. “Finally got what he deserved,” she said. “Empty his pockets, but leave a copper or two. The rest is yours.” Kaelyn’s job duties increased that day, though her responsibilities are strictly in-house, selling information and dealing with problem patrons.