My name is Alyn, Alyn Delara to be precise. I would have you hear my tale as you may be able to help. I was born a twin to a woman whose name I have never known and whose looks I can barely remember. My sister Alys is but a vague memory now, but one that constantly pulls at my heart. I know she is out there, and at nights and times when I am alone my mind often drifts and I can see her, sometimes the images so real that I want to step into them. You see, when I was very young for reasons that my father has not seen fit to reveal, my parents parted ways. My mother, who is human, left for Stonegate with my sister in tow. My father and I were left behind in Kisah. Whose choice it was I do not know, nor at this time does it matter anymore. With few questions answered by my father and an ever increasing sense of frustration I decided to choose a path, one that would never again allow me to feel helpless. I searched out and found a Mentor, someone who would teach me the ways of the warrior. This created a rift between my father and I, you see he is a shop keeper, a reader, and sells books and curiosities that come from across the realms, and he has always dreamed that I would take over his store. But this does not interest me and never has interested me, there is still love between us, but simple things seem to make it hard to be spend time around each other. So after much pain and a broken arm here and cuts and slices and many hours toiling it is time for me to set out on my own. My training has progressed far, but you see, I have this feeling that something is missing. There is a space, an emptiness that I cannot ignore. So I go to search, I search for my sister… and I am wondering kind soul… Have you ever met an half elf who goes by the name Alys Delara, and who mayhaps look quite like me?