Ceili was once an adventurous child, bounding around the streets of Bree with little care to the dangers of the city. She'd often be seen being scolded by merchants for trying to scale their marketplaces, shimmying her way up haybales and wagons, atop the stables, and balancing along fences; all whilst envisioning a grand adventure, sticks in hand waved as swords, fallen bark as her shield. 

Often she was warned to be more careful, though as a little girl in a world bigger than she'd ever imagine, she gave little heed and didn't believe in the worst of situations. Guardsmen never let her wander past the walls of the city of Bree, though one afternoon, she'd manage to slip past them; bounding across the Greenway, to the river separating it from the Southern fields. Seeing the boulders and stones lining and crossing the waters, it had already become a game to dance and twirl atop them, pretending she was evading arrows and swords, or snatching hands from the depths of the rapids. It'd be that fateful day, barely into her tenth summer, that she'd slip--her footing lost, she'd tumble, foot catching in a narrow crevice in the stone. With a sickening crunch, and a pained scream that'd be heard by the guards about the gate, Ceili would never be able to use her left foot again; never able to dance and dodge, climb and run or jump, confined to a limp for the rest of her days.