In the Leringard Arms, amidst the general carousing, a group of three dwarves, an elf, and two humans, although those who are sharp of eye may have thought that one of the humans was possibly half elven, sit at a table. Although they started off solemnly enough, and seemed quite concerned about their hostess, Lily, as the evening wore on, at least some of their number, and particularly the dwarves, became in better spirits, especially after a few restorative ales were passed around.
When asked about their revelry, they tell a bizarre tale of how they were all inflicted mortal wounds by this little girl, well, all except one anyway. They had retrieved her ring from deep under the Broken Halls, from a wyrm no less, but were reluctant to give it to her because of her sinister and menacing, and some would even say threatening behaviour. A fracas ensued, but before the little girl was able to take the ring, one of the dwarves cleft the ring in two.
"To Bart the Ring Cleaver!" the toast goes up, and some, who have already had a bit too much to drink, take to opportunity to drink some more.
The little girl had taken the two pieces of the ring, but in an act of compassion, or contrition, or perhaps out of ego, had restored one of the fallen, and given her name.
"Dra'kt, she called herself. But also Samantha, and even Daisy."
// To the participants of "Rats, Ruins, Wyrms and the Like", if I've misrepresented the deportment of your character in any way, please let me know, and I will change it. //
A Little Girl And Her Ring 
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