Rook

When I was growing up, I remember staying in the back of caravans and helping my parents dig in the dirt. They always wanted me to look for things that they say they hid in the desert.

I remember that they had joined a caravan, as we had always done in search of new places, and new locales to sell their wares. We had traveled many places, and I distinctly remember watching the sky at night and watching all the swirls of color help me fall asleep.

I found out later that we had been traveling close to the chroma, in an attempt to recover goods and turn them into things we could use. I secretly watched my parents perform rituals and other services to transmute these items into different things, or repair these broken items to sell to other adventurers and merchants.

I was asleep in the back of one of the caravans when I was awakened by shouting. Something hit the wagon I was in, and I was thrown from the carriage, I lost consciousness. I vaguely remember getting dragged away and seeing the caravans burn.

I can't help but wonder if the Raven Queen had a higher purpose for me, as I should have been torn apart by the chroma, but yet I wander these lands in search of the answers to my final quest.