Your 18th birthday had come... for orphans like you who did not find parents, you were normally sold off as indentured servants to those willing to pay. Such was the same fate for you, but something was a bit different. Normally such orphans were taken off to their new life outside it by another servant of their new owner...
But as you were gathering your meager belongings, you felt a hand run up and down the middle of your back.
"Soo... you are Morgan, hmm?" You turn and see a Felinid, one whose lineage is from the far north. She is wearing the robes of a noble-lady, but you notice a slight arcane look to them and there's a certain glimmer to her eyes that makes you shiver.