Eria

Eria was found, mewling and starved, in a large crate of dragons which read ''LAIR FORECLOSING: ALL 4000 TREASURE" on it. Instantly, with no time for a second chance, Tamra grabbed her contract and tossed in the treasure while Kaladin helped Eria out of the crate.

Eria could barely fly when she was pulled out, so Kaladin took her onto his back- it wasn't like Eria was very big. Tamra looped some of Kaladin's straps around her so that she would not fall off, and helped stabilize her. ''Mirror – nameless, too... purple wings...'' Eria, who had not yet been named, whimpered. Tamra nodded, and with a bit of magic and a flick of a claw, Auldcastle, who had been browsing hats again, had received Tamra's message and grabbed up the Mirror's contract.

When Eria was brought to the lair, the other Fae were waiting with bowls of insects- over half the lair's insect stores. Tamra would have chided them for bringing out so many, but Eria ate them all. Then the Mirror ate most of the meat.

At first, Rhie and Eria were going to be trained to serve a god, but... after their hunger, the tearful reunion, and the fear still in their eyes... Tamra and Kaladin could not, in good conscience, allow it.

Once she had recovered somewhat, Eria affected a cold, dispassionate demeanor with all but Rhie.

Eria's joined up with what some dragons are beginning to call the Fae Research Institute. Her talents are somewhat dubious, her tastes are darker, and nobody can deny her remarkable aptitude for necromancy.