Threzza earned her life-debt in blood and near death. While traveling, she was ambushed in a narrow pass by a band of sellswords who mistook her solitude for weakness. She killed them all.

But victory cost her dearly. A barbed spear had pierced beneath her ribs, and by the time the final body hit the ground, she was already collapsing, her strength spilling out into the dirt. It was you who found her, fevered and fading. Threzza remembers fragments: a steady hand, water at her lips, a voice that would not let her drift. When she awoke you were gone.

She would never forget that kindness, and swore to the spirits she would find you.