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Born on the road, Dagnie seemed to have the road infused in her blood. From an early age, she latched onto stories of forgotten treasures and far off lands. She and several other children, of varying races, would gather together and she would recite the stories to them. As payment, they taught her things; how to get where you weren’t supposed to or how to climb to the rooftops to watch the people below.
Even after they were older and began taking separate paths, she continued some of their old traditions. When her parents didn’t need her help in the tavern, she would climb those old buildings and she would stare at the stars and the horizon. She would recall those far off tales and she would pretend that she was young again and they were going on another adventure.
Pretending only lasts so long though. Years of service in the tavern began to break her spirit. Her friends became involved in various illegal activities and she felt increasingly alone. The plan to leave grew stronger in her heart and, when she overheard her parents talking about when they left Varisia, she could stand it no longer.
Who they were before or where they came from were secrets that never passed her parents’ lips. Dagnie had spent her whole life making up a history. Now she was determined to learn hers.
She quietly left for Sandpoint, a name she learned on the road, – leaving only a few letters in her wake. Letters to people whom she trusted and cared for; letters explaining that she needed to see where the stars slept. She needed to leave before she forgot who she was or died never knowing at all.
Let those who wish have their respectability, I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous, and the romantic. – Richard Halliburton

The fair-skinned, halfling female stands about as high as most of her kind do. Despite the roundness of her face, her features stand prominent and well defined. Her green eyes sparkle and she keeps a wry smile on her lips. Her thick, black-brown curls are tied back into a ponytail and, often, accented with three, small feathers dyed red, blue, and green.
She has an athletic build and moves about with a certain quickness coupled with recklessness and an unexpected grace. Every once in a while, a small star pendant begins to slip out from under her clothing, but she quickly hides it again. Unlike some of her fellows, she prefers shoes to going barefoot.

Dagnie, at first glance, seems to be a typical Halfling. Prone to constant chatter and with an unparalleled optimism that everything will “somehow turn out alright”, she can seem flighty or frivolous. However, underneath her bubbly exterior is a very focused woman well aware of the perils of the world.
Despite this, she’s never afraid to speak her mind and can be equal parts sweet and scathing. Above all, she is a loyal companion and never breaks her word. However, she also seldom gives it.