Born in the eastern vales of the Wilds, Saella spent many years as little more than a village youth. Life only began in earnest for her when the local lord's armsmen deserted and put her village to the torch. An act of reckless violence, a rebellion against order that upset her very foundation. She never learned why the deserters treated her people so, but such knowledge could do nothing for the result: with the village gone, her family and friends were forced to travel into the Valen Wilds alone. They went in search of another town, another place to call home.

What waited for them instead were felbeasts ravished of hunger and greed (what difference between them and the bandits? Saella thought often of this, for both were possessed of equal rationality). The beasts, creatures of blight and fang, proved too mighty a foe for the gathered folk. They were hunted through endless nights as toys before a child enmeshed in cruelty.

Saella could not recall exactly how long the game lasted. A week, perhaps two? In the end, she was left orphaned and mostly alone. The group who survived the burning of their home had separated, all running headlong from the eminence of danger.

Her life, at least, was saved by a passing pair of Knights. They made no proclamations of loyalty, offered no grandiose gestures of chivalry. No, they merely set about their work, killing what beasts they could fell. Saella admired that. When the task was complete, they offered her escort to their nearby haven.

As it happened, that haven was Astenvale, and the monastery within willing to raise her in surrogacy. She became a Squire in due time. Years of training readied her for it, though she professes shy talent for the pursuit.