For Corraline’s 15th birthday her father took her on a retrival mission in the foothills north of Lady’s Gate, looking for some long since forgotten artifact. They were alone in a cavern when Corraline heard some scrabbling noises coming from behind her. Her father, Gregory was chest deep in a sink hole digging thru the sandy dirt when a hoard of Rats rushed the pair, scratching and clawing their way past without regard to anything in their way. Her father ducked into the hole and avoided most of the swarm, but Corraline was standing above him with the lantern and had nowhere to hide. She tried to cover her face as best she could while backing against the cavern wall, but they kept coming and after a few seconds she dropped the lantern and drew her father’s rapier from his discarded belt. She’d had some informal training when she was younger and had the basics down but had never put her practice to good use against anything but a sack of flour. After several minutes of futile swinging and lots of bites and scratches she managed to slice thru several and kick away the few that remained. She relit the lantern to survey the damage and was instantly greeted with a squawk from the hole where her father had been. He began furiously digging at the ground beneath him and she dropped to her knees to see what was going on. Apparently as he was kicking around, fighting off the rats that fell in with him, the chaos had unearthed something small and rigid which reflected the lantern glow brightly. She watched as he uncovered a round brass colored object shaped like a pocket watch. He gingerly tapped the dirt off, rubbing the metal with his tattered shirt tail and discovered what looked like an inscription scrawled across one side in draconic. She took the object from her father as he continued his excavations and more closely examined the small treasure. It had a small button on the edge that was raised a fraction of an inch but no other discerning characteristics. Being the curious type, she pressed down on the button and it snapped and spread open down the center into two pieces, resembling the wings of a beetle. Inside were many small brass gears, copper catches and right in the center a small post with a little brass needle that spun wildly in every direction. Assuming it was an archaic compass of some kind she carefully closed the top and slid it into her pocket while her father continued to search for his precious artifact.
He found nothing else of interest in the cavern and therefore took Corraline back to Lady’s Gate where she began rapier lessons with her father’s friend, Cail Andell, who often accompanied the pair as protection. She wanted to be sure she was never caught off guard again and he thought Cail would be a great teacher.
After further research she discovered that the compass was magically linked to other archaic artifacts and when ever she was within a certain distance of another item the compass would lead her directly to it. Her father felt bad about not having their friend Cail, or even his son Chrisagon, come along to defend them against the rats and gave the compass to his daughter as a gift of reconciliation. She carries it to this day in memorial to him.