RY 638 was a largely insignificant year in the grand scheme of things, but one thing did happen. In the north of the Haslanti League, near the city of Diamond Hearth, in a tribe of mammoth-herds, a girl was born. This was no great event, she was a pretty little thing with jet black hair, pale skin and her mother called her Crystal. She grew up, spent her time with family in the city, learned a the life of a scribe as well as that of a mammoth herder and she grew older. On her 14th nameday, she returned to her tribe, a cause for celebration and no such cause goes unnoticed in a society that has all to little to be happy about.