Lendara has known nothing but the harsh Athasian desert most of her life. Traveling across the barren expanses with her caravan, living off what they could, Lendara grew strong. It was when she was scouting for water that the eagle first appeared. At first she thought it a mirage or hallucination. Not until she felt its talons rest upon her shoulder did she believe. He has been with her ever since, watching over her an her allies.

The thing Lendara is most proud of is her ability to survive. She can find food or water where many creatures have already died from a lack of either. Enemies rarely surprise her, and few deceive her. If Lendara does nothing else, she lives.

Her greatest fear...has happened already. She is in Raam because her caravan is gone. No, not just gone. Destroyed. Devoured. Along with everyone else in it. She curses the fact that she lives, the fact she survives. More than that, she curses the bastards that caused her to be so alone. So now, her greatest fear is to lose anyone. To this extent she tries not to form close bonds, lest they be broken.

Lendara is extremely lean and lanky even for an elf. If it were not for her manner of dress many would mistake her for a male. She is not particularly well endowed, nor curvy. Her leather armor has the rays of the sun beaten into it, small cracks forming despite her best efforts. Loose cloth covers her legs and arms, the white fabric providing what protection it can from the harsh sun. On her side is a carved piece of desert wood.

Lendara is helpful, but not one to make friends. Not being close to people is one of her ways of protecting them. Unless her more recent past is brought up, she is usually cheerful enough to not seem moody. She is usually cautious and on gaurd, using her spirit companion to keep an eye out.