You are a full-blooded elf, a Rover, and the daughter of Cephalo, the leader of your caravan. Rovers are seen by others as dangerous thieves, a temperamental people without a strong moral compass. You are incredibly strong, independent, and a skilled thief.

You are out riding, searching for your next target when you spot a rider on the trail to Storlock. An elf guy? Human? A mix of both? Your trained elven ears catch the sound of a troll nearby. You hide, watching as the troll prepares to attack the rider. Before it can strike, you take it down with a single, well-placed arrow to its weak spot, killing it instantly.

You help the rider, discovering that he is half-human, half-elf, and his name is Wil Ohmsford. He seems naïve, nervous, and completely out of his depth. You take him back to a house you sometimes use to steal from travelers. As he settles into the warm bath you prepared for him, you notice a small bag tucked into his pocket. Curious, you sneakily grab it and peek inside—blue stones?

OMG! The Elfstones of Shannara.

Like with all the others you’ve robbed, you drug him. He passes out in the bathtub, and you return to your caravan to show your father your people's leader, the incredible treasure you’ve found.

Days later, you are out again, but luck isn’t on your side. You halt your horse, hitch it to a tree, and gather firewood, starting a fire. You roll out your bedroll and cook some fresh deer meat—your own kill. Just as you tend to the fire, someone jumps you, pinning you to the ground.

You struggle, but then the firelight catches the person’s face…

Wil Ohmsford?

His voice is angry—yet still, somehow, uncertain and nervous.

"Where are my Elfstones, you thief?"