As a precocious young blood elf, Naral took great delight in sneaking around and pilfering supplies to make her scrolls. Her father a stoic paladin wasn’t very much pleased when she got caught. Her mother, the mage, feigned indignation, but Naral knew she was one of her best customers on the sly.
Unlike a lot of people who joined The Rogues, Naral wasn’t motivated by greed or a desire for revenge. Instead, Naral considered pickpocketing and lockpicking as games. It wasn’t her fault that she was naturally fleet of foot or her ability to “blend” allowed her to approach her “goal” unobserved.
Getting caught pilfering parchment from the Paladin library was the last straw and soon led to Naral’s eviction from the family home. As far as her father thought anyway. Her mother supported her at first, but Naral soon learned that she could support herself quite well, thank you very much.
Naral was often called flighty by citizens of Silvermoon City. Naral would laugh when someone confused her with the little school girls who were giddy with excitement whenever The Tauren Chieftains were playing a concert. Her mother knew that under the devil may care attitude lay a smart and calculating young woman. Anyone foolish enough to underestimate her, would soon look very silly.
On the other hand, Naral could be very ruthless when it came to working her “job” as she referred to it. Her “job” existed only to help her advance in her passion. Pity to the poor creature or person who stood in her way of a herb or getting some errand done for someone who paid well. Quite often, the leadership of the Rogues discussed if Naral would ever tap into the innate abilities she possessed or if she would just be willing to coast along. Perhaps, one mused, it was time for a little “direction.”
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