No one was safe it seemed. No one, but the urchins in the sewers. It always amazed Dawn how her make shift home deep in the sewers was the safest place in the entire city. Dawn had gathered as many of the healthy as she could, and brought them safely to her home under the Castle Neverwinter. It always confused her as to why she liked it under the castle, but somehow she felt like it was just where she belonged. The sick were brought to the underground area beneath the temple of Tyr; a god of justice that held one of the more prominent temples in the city. Dawn did her best to heal them, never seeming to become sick herself until after a cleric from a far off city managed to create the cure and save the city. Unfortunately, the city demanded a hanging and hung an innocent man in place of the ones who had really created and started the plague. Dawn was ten when it ended, and she knew what had really happened. Dawn knew who was truly responsible for the death of many of her friends, and the disappearance of her guardian, Ray.
Dawn had witnessed it, and saw the sparks of doom hidden within the eyes of a paladin that had been the innocent elf's lover. Dawn predicted what was to happen long before the paladin fell from her deity's grace. It was all obvious in the eyes of a knowledge keeper, but the gods of Knowledge were not as greatly celebrated as the god of Justice in the city of Neverwinter.
After the plague had ended, many had combed the city in search of those who still lived and had natural healing capabilities. Dawn was one such child. Dawn helped the rest of the underground urchins to heal themselves as they made their way through life, but was weary of those on the surface who would take what little she had left away from her.