Kiera grew up in Ebou Dar, specifically The Rahad.  Her life, while not hard,
was not easy.  Her father had a gambling problem, tried to cheat at dice, and
was killed in a duel.  As he was abusive when he drank neither Kiera or her
mother cried over him.  Her mother worked her fingers to the bone to scrape
together a living; she cooked, mended clothing, washed laundry, even as far
as to entertain men in the evening hours all so that she and her daughter
could eat.  Kiera didn't want to live like this anymore.  She had been
ferreting away money of her own from gambling and odd jobs.  One evening she
decided it was time to go. She scratched a fast note to her mother, she was
going to Illian, to find the Horn, and save them both from their lot.  In
doing so she stole a nobleman's clothing that was hanging on the line, a
corset that her mother was dying as well as the boots.  All of the coin that
she had she left for her mother hidden in the bread box.  She left home and
has never looked back.  She wasn't raised to be a lady, and she absolutely
detests dresses.  If she's ever in one, there's a grander reason.

     She made excellent time to Illian and strolled into the Square of Tammuz as
if she owned the place by birthright.  This was the beginning of her new
life, a life she was creating, a life that would mean something.  If she
found the Horn, Light, there would be a chance for the world.  The evils of
men and shadow would be vanquished, even the hope of the artifact being found
was enough to keep Kiera warm and sated on her travel when her food ran low.
As the trumpets sounded and the Master of the Hunt strode into the Plaza all
in attendance grew quiet.  The Legacy of the Horn was recited then the Oath
was sworn.  She would find this relic, she would return it to Illian, to the
Master of the Hunt, she would not be the one to blow it but it would be known
that she was the one who found it.