Over the years, as you learned to live in this new world, you watched the people of this world go about their business in the tavern. While you didn't understand everything that was going on, you noticed numerous different races coming and going from the tavern. It was during this time you realized that you had been reborn not as a human, but as an elf. Anna, short for Anastasia, had left the elven lands a long time ago, after a disagreement with local political leanings, and set up the tavern to keep abreast of the news from home. To avoid ridicule, both Saria and you had been given human sounding names. She never talked about who your father was, and always seemed sad, and afraid when you or Saria would bring it up. During this time, learning the language, you often tried to explain to Saria and Anastasia about where you had come from, but it was difficult to articulate what you meant when you didn't fully understand either of the languages Anastasia had tried to teach you.
On the day of your fourth birthday, you resolved to try to tell Saria again about your past life. As you were about to tell her, though, both of you heard a commotion downstairs. You heard Anastasia scream, and without thinking, you ran towards the sound, Saria running after you, her barefoot and in her pyjamas, you in your dressing gown and slippers. You caught sight of your mother lying spreadeagled on the ground, her eyes vacant, before two men wielding swords exited the room, and started moving up the stairs towards them. Saria grabbed your hand, and the two of you backed away slowly towards her room, trying not to attract the attention of the men. As they turned the corner, you threw one of your slippers to the side, diverting his attention before you and Saria rushed into her bedroom. There weren't many places to hide together, but the two of you managed to squeeze into the closet, as you heard the heavy boots of the men moving down the corridor outside the room. You held your breath, hoping against hope that the man would not look into the closet. You and Saria hugged each other tightly, your eyes closed as you were sure she was thinking along the same lines: they needed to escape before he found them. But how?
The man opened the closet, to find it empty. With a confused expression, he closed the door.