"I must share something with you," she says under her breath looking up at you. "It is indecent conversation, but I must tell you. You see, I was born here in Verum, and lived here until my parents died. My uncle, a foul man, took control of our estate and would have killed me to secure it. He would have succeeded, if not for good friends who spirited me away to Bastone with nothing but a locket." She motions to the small locket nestled below her neckline. "I had been a ward there ever since. My home, however, is here. I need those who know, knew…my family to speak on my behalf, to help me restore my rightful position and retrieve my estate. I also would not be averse to seeing my uncle exiled to the Deepwood without a knife, but that may come later. For now will you help me?" She moves forward putting a hand on one of your arms. "Will you help me reach the court?"