"Well isn't that mysterious," Sana said with a gentle voice and then shrugged lightly. "As far as where I come from, I don't know," she answered as she thought back to her childhood. "I come from a roaming troop of gypsy known as The Rawn," she admitted. 

	"We traveled from town to town and city to city for as far back as I can remember. Sometimes we would be where the snow fell deep and the winds cut through to your bone. Other times we would be where the sands ripped through your skin as it burned due to the heat. We never stayed in one place too long. My kind have never been looked at favorably by what is known as civilized society," she said as she remembered many times when her family was driven out of a city just for their mere presence. 

	It did not make for the most stable of conditions to grow up in but it was one that she found exciting as a child. That was until she educated herself enough to know what her place in the troop was to be and then it seemed that no matter how far they traveled or what sights they saw she was imprisoned to a life that would never be truly free. 

	"I left that life long ago, but it is odd how no matter how far one travels they always seem to come back to where life decided long ago they should be," she added in a slightly somber tone. 

	"So, man from a land far far away, what brings you so far from it?" she inquired as they pressed on.