Grew up with parents who would rather run the dungeons than spend time with their two children. Eventually, they vanished. Completely gone, with their children being the only trace that they'd ever been real. And Wyrd isn't sure she's all that close to her older sister, Richard.

Wyrd doesn't dislike the dungeons, but she is working on growing out of her fear of them. She would much rather spend time on the surface, enjoying the sun and, especially, the moon and stars. She almost feels them speaking to her, sometimes.

Maybe there's more of the dungeons in her than she wants to admit.