Sapphira's past is one she doesn't talk about, and few ask to hear, but her accent and complexion make it clear she isn't a native to the cold land of Nepurna. She first came to town as a hired sword to help fend off wolves from a caravan, but lack of coin meant she never left.
She is treated in much the same way as an alleycat might. Homeless, untrusted, but too sympathetic to seriously hurt. She can be found begging at public events, asking around for work in the day, and sometimes even offering to sell herself for the things she needs to survive just one more night. Missing food or coin is often blamed on her, as are broken locks on stables and barns where she spends the cold nights uninvited until she is discovered and shooed away.
She's no hero. She's not even liked. But sometimes survival is the greatest form of valor.
