Lefirith was born a slave in Thay. Even at a young age, she gained a reputation as a brawler. Most of her baby teeth were knocked out early. After turning 12, she became the same type of target all female slaves do. She did not suffer lecherous looks for long. In a fight against her captors, she stole a blade. She drew her own blood and, upon it, pledged. Pledged to end those that lay their hands upon her. Pledged to free the innocent. Pledged a skull-splitting fury upon all that would deny others their freedom. The sword took alight with no flame nearby, and then Lefirith smote her first enemy with it. That night was long and the work bloody, but in the end, Lefirith and those she grew up chained to were free.
She speaks little of the day her oath was broken. She instead gives grand speeches with a sarcastic tongue. She calls out the pettiness of gods and chastises restrictions on freedom. She asks anyone who would listen what they would choose -duty or morality? Though she usually has to be pretty deep in the whiskey barrel to give that much of a response.
