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| - Jadiera was born just outside the small fishing village of Southshore, on a small estate nestled in the Hillsbrad Hills. The estate was owned by her uncle, Sir Cyriac L. Belhaven, and she lived there for the first few years of her life with her parents, Edith and Thomas Halding. Her mother was the second daughter of a wealthy Lordaeron merchant, but moved to the countryside after marrying Thomas, a reputable scribe that had built up a steady trade with the Magi of Dalaran. She had a simple childhood, and a modest upbringing, if not for the splash of color that was her uncle.
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| - Jadiera was born just outside the small fishing village of Southshore, on a small estate nestled in the Hillsbrad Hills. The estate was owned by her uncle, Sir Cyriac L. Belhaven, and she lived there for the first few years of her life with her parents, Edith and Thomas Halding. Her mother was the second daughter of a wealthy Lordaeron merchant, but moved to the countryside after marrying Thomas, a reputable scribe that had built up a steady trade with the Magi of Dalaran. She had a simple childhood, and a modest upbringing, if not for the splash of color that was her uncle. A renowned dealer in rare and magical goods, Cyriac liked to refer to himself as an "intelligent man with a stupid streak." His courage and determination setting him apart from other dealers, Sir Belhaven quickly established himself as a prominent figure in the rare goods industry. In addition, his intelligence and knack for blurring lines grew C.L. Belhaven Exotic Goods and Transport from a fledgling business into a highly successful operation. When not travelling the world, Cyriac would eventually find his way back to his estate and into the company of his beloved niece. He would often show up unannounced, his bags full of wonders and mysteries that'd have her head spinning for weeks. Cyriac's stories and passion nurtured a curious streak in the little girl, and not even he could have forseen the effect these stories would have. One particular visit, nearing Jadiera's eighth birthday, Sir Belhaven left with her an old tome that he'd brought back with him from the mage city of Dalaran. It was a simple book, an introduction to one of the Schools of Arcane Magic: transmutation. Business soon carried him away again, but it wasn't long before a frantic letter from Edith sent him flying home. Jadiera's attempt to turn their hound into a lamb was met with disastrous, though amusing, results. While the animal was eventually restored to his original state, they were never quite able to get rid of his awkward bleating. The book was confiscated, and it wasn't long before Jadie was sent with her uncle to Stormwind and enrolled as a student in the Academy of Arcane Arts and Sciences. Not long after, Jadiera was met by her uncle on a quiet stretch of the canal district. Pale-faced and aged, Sir Belhaven returned to her the latest letter she'd sent her parents - wrinked and unopened. She stared at it, worrying it in her hands - as Cyriac must have done countless times before meeting her - as he told of the tragedy in Dalaran. It would be years before she learned of their fate.
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