BACKSTORY
"Congratulations, Mrs. Gevesh. You are now a member of the Palace Guard."
"Are you sure, honey? It can be dangerous work..."
"A halfling guard? Hah! As intimidating as a lil' pup barking from the other side of the fence..."
It was like any other night, taking her watch in the many hallways of the Qsar al-Dhabab. Suddenly a loud noise came from one of the rooms, and a young man with a crescent moon shaped tattoo under the left eye appeared around the corner, panting. She bowed deeply, as looking directly at a member of the royal family was considered an offense to the gods themselves. But she then noticed his hands were covered in blood, crimson streaks stained his robes. Something was wrong. The Prince started running, and Najat's instincts and training kicked in. "Halt! In the name of the King!". The chase began. However, the Goddess didn't smile upon her that night.
Her armor slowed her down, she couldn't keep pace. Her arms were too short, she couldn't grab hold of him. Her will too weak, she couldn't fulfil her oath. The King died in a pool of blood, and his son vanished. Several days of accusations ensued. "Accomplice of regicide" said some of the Court's forked tongues. At the end, she was found not guilty, but the damage was already done.
"You are dismissed, Mrs. Gevesh. Do not ever come back."
"It's ok, honey. We know you did your best."
"Of course! I told you. She wasn't fit for the job."
There was no other way. She had to leave. She had to find the one responsible of all of this. Self exile was her punishment. And this hunt... was her penitence.