Once upon a time in a far away land not so long ago lived a mint haired woman and her oddly brownish red skinned, green eyed husband. They had a baby girl and for some reason decided that "Wedderburn" was an enchanting and appropriate name for their new baby girl. He was a lawyer and she was a rocket scientist. Though Wedderburn lived a charmed life she always dreamed of one day living alone in a house with 42 pets, preferably childless, and unmarried (forever single). When she moved out at 25 she vowed she would lived the dream she had always imagined.
FINALLY ALONE and having captured her very own saber tooth cat (whom she named Jasper) she wandered to a new village for a drink. While there she was given a task of reclaiming the windmill, a task which was somehow MUCH TOO LARGE FOR THE TOWN'S ENTIRE ARMY. One thing led to another and she was blamed on for the death of the sheriff (though she didn't kill the deputy).
After this great debacle she was asked to save a faery queen whom she attempted to sell out to the very bandits that killed the sheriff. The sell out didn't work at all, though. And they found out about it. STILL these communities asked tasks of this clueless female and her chaotic pets. They were relentless.
So she continues to this day to do missions for the highest bidder. Is this a wise career choice for the girl? Probably. Is this mercenary a good choice for these weak, defenseless villagers? Definitely not. But it's working in her favor, so she minds not.
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