"I don't know my real parents, my adoptive clan told me a little. I was found at the site of an ambush. The bandits had killed all the adults, and then my clan found them. Needless to say with that many bodies lying around they had no reason to not stretch their necks then and there. I'm what the clan elder call 'earth kin' or an Oread. I have a talent for earth magics, but no one in the clan is a mage." She shrugged as she continued running her whetstone along the blade. "I was raised as a Stonerender, I did my apprenticeship in the mines, learned the craft of smithing. I can make armor and blades. I wear my journeyman's work and the blade was my last work as an indentured student of the clan." She held it up. "I paid my parents for their care and set out to find my way in the world."