’Andeli... that’s my name... right?’ The tall “elven” girl sits up, performing the rituals of the day, the first in front of a mirror. She stares at her own ashen face, her grey-blue eyes. ‘Yes, you are Andeli. Your purpose is the preservation of knowledge thought lost. Records known do not spark your fire, only things found, things recovered, things as-yet unseen, or seen and then lost.’
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. ‘You are Andeli.’ Of the things she forgot, the things she only faintly remembered, only her name remained to her, and a feeling of purpose within her. She turns from the mirror, preparing her spells for the day and noting which ones she’s likely to swap should the need arise. Then she shoulders her pack, setting out to explore the land, and see what memories and knowledge she can recover - her own, or those of this New World.