"My sister and I often snuck in to hear these stories, hiding in the shadows just beyond the circle of light a

"My sister and I often snuck in to hear these stories, hiding in the shadows just beyond the circle of light and warmth. We are hellspawn, you see. Tieflings are unwelcome guests in Qadira, unblessed by the light of merciful Sarenrae. We grew up sleeping in a common tent, scavenging food here and there like orphans, all but outcast and disowned. We were thirteen when we left, and set off to find happiness in the cities – and everyone we left behind sighed with relief."