Dark stone walls surrounded her. Cold water enveloped her. Above, a small round window, open to the night sky. The shrill voices of her attackers pearced the air. A figure looked back. Her father gazing down at her. " Kaya! stay there, keep quiet. Please be strong and whatever you do. STAY HIDDEN!!" He arched up quickly out of view as Kaya continued to look up from the bottom of the well. A scream. Her father. Then as she watch he looked back to her. Leaning too far. Furry hands gripped his legs as he was pitched head first. She could do nothing but watch and wait as the limp bloodied form of her father fell down towards her and hit.....
She woke with a start. Sweat trickling down her back. She franticly looked around. She was dry, in a small room, wooden walls, a shed. As she took her bearings her memories woke slightly slower than her body did. She was surrounded by tools used for working the land. Looking out of a small window she looked out onto a port town.
Somjek stood where the River Trebleca ran into the Black Gulf. Out on the water she could see large Dwarven built steam boat taking the ores and minerals mined from up in their mountain home of Barak Varr in the west down to, well where ever they take them. She had heard tales of gemstones and gold also mined and thus traveled here to see if she could claim herself some of it.