Saucy RP
The story of my early childhood is just that, a story. I have no memory of what happened to me prior to being found huddled in the back of a dark cave, filthy, covered in blood and whimpering. It was always assumed my parents were killed by bandits while traveling (although I am cursed with reoccurring nightmares of being slain by an Atronach). It is believed I survived by finding a cave after wandering through the woods alone.
I was found by a man looking for mushrooms, who took me in and gave me a place to stay and food to eat. I grew up in borderline servitude, cooking for the man who took me in. His love for food was only outweighed by his love for mead. I was nameless for many moons, eventually called saucy by my guardian, as he proclaimed anything I cooked must be drowned in gravy or sauces to be edible (It was never my destiny to be a cook).
Once I became old enough to venture out on my own, I made the decision to become a warrior to never be beholden to anyone again. Whilst beginning my quest as a dragonknight late in life, my devotion to honing my craft is paramount. I discovered my own love for mead in the years that followed, which helped subdue the nightmares. It also tends to inhibit my ability to navigate caves and dungeons, I often get disoriented and wander off from my party, or get lost. I am compelled to kill any atronach I encounter in my journeys. I cannot abide one to live.
I didn’t speak for 2 years after being found, and still tend to be a woman of few words. I value loyalty above all else, but many view me as secretive and guarded, even stoic. However, I am happy to tell a tale or sing a song when mead is plentiful.