The world was in chaos after the fall of Haven, refugees and wounded flowing in like a flood. You were one of the lucky ones, having arrived with the original group from Haven, one of the survivors. Of course, you didn't feel lucky, you could still hear the screams at night when you tried to sleep at night... you could see the fires, smell the burning flesh. Eventually you gave up and took up the lute. When you were little you had played it a lot, and were quite good. Of course, when your Father died, you had to lay it aside and take up the ranch work. Not that you minded over-much, but you DID miss the music and the feel of the strings under your fingers. Once you had moved to Haven with your Mother, you helped out in the tavern, working on reviving your skill at playing the lute during your down time. It wasn't easy, your hands callused from the years of hard work.
As you perfected the art of playing the lute, you ventured into the medical area. It b