Whatever her real name is only she knows- amongst the prisoners she was referred to as “Mouse,” when she was referred to at all. It was a pretty appt description in more than one way. She wasn’t exactly small, but she was certainly the weakest and sickliest of the children that had been thrown into this salt mine full of prisoners. But Mouse, when it was possible, was very good at hiding and sneaking away or escaping many of the dangers of daily life, whether inflicted by the jailors or other prisoners. Like her namesake, she was able to scrounge and survive on scraps so small you’d hardly believe your eyes. Her eyes, brown like her hair and skin, flashed with intelligence- Mouse was always watching for the danger in each moment. If there was anything unusual about her, it was the way she always kept her neck covered or hidden- there’s some mark or scar there that she hides almost unconsciously. A couple of prisoners that have caught brief glimpses swore it was a Disorder rune branded on her neck – or a Chaos rune.

When the strange man came and freed the prisoners, she, like the rest of this group, felt compelled to stand before him and listen to his offer. Mouse knows that gifts are given by supplicants to the powerful or to tie a person with obligation- and she knows which applies to her. She lives in a world where the weak are used by the powerful and promises only hold where advantage lasts. However, while being out of a prison is better than being in one, her situation is still pretty dire. If she can take his gifts, play his game, and use them well while they last it could mean everything- Hope that she can find her place in the world, hope that she can escape her past, and hope that she could be strong to protect the weak.

When the deal is made, no one in the group glows so bright as Mouse as the stranger’s magic enhances their bodies. She decline’s his offer to tie her soul to his cult, but laughs in chagrin as she feels bands of control as strong as she is now clamping down on her will. She will have to be as quick and clever as a fox to get out of this. “You can call me, Elurae,” she says to the group.