Rosleywyn was the daughter of a farmer in Rohan.  She lived a good life as a child, simple and happy, she and her brother helping their father on the farm, or their mother in the house.  She wanted for nothing, and could have spent the rest of her days there in peace.

But, like all fairy stories, something must go wrong when it is all going right.

Her family lived some ways away from the nearest town, Cliving.  Brigands had been stalking the area, but had never posed any threat.  Tensions built, though, after some fasle accusations were made, and one night, Rosleywyn awoke to the sound of her mother yelling for her and her brother, and the overwhelming thickness of smoke.  The farm was ablaze.

Running out into the night, Rosleywyn saw her father begging one of the brigands, only to be cut down.  Her mother ran to the children, and urged them to run as fast as they could into the fields, and to never look back.   They were to run as far as they could manage, and then run some more.  A few days later, a merchant found two children huddled against a rock, barely alive.

The rest of her childhood was spent under the care of that same merchant in Cliving.  She became cold and hard, though, learning what she could from her brother about fighting and war, as he had taken up with the town guard.  Upon her 21st birthday, she left Cliving to seek her fortune elsewhere in Rohan.  But falling in with the wrong folks will change plans in a heartbeat.

Next thing she knew, she was working in an inn in a small town called Archet.

And so her story truly began.