Born to the streets, Tara Fainststar learned early in life that the only way to survive was to never let anyone see your hand before you played it. Ever the optimist, she learned easily how to lie her way out of any situation, and nimble fingers kept food on the table and coin in her purse. She also learned to sing, a gift given to her by her mother. Tara learned, as she grew older and her talents matured, that people trusted a woman with a beautiful voice. She had seen as a youth, when her mother sang int he streets, but she put it to a new use as she reached adulthood.
As her body sprang into full bloom Tara began to sing for more specific crowds. Crowds that enjoyed a little skin, and didn't mind a bit of physical contact. She became experienced in drawing true joy from all genders and races, and if they left a little lighter int eh pocket than they thought she only counted it as her tip for a job well done. And if they asked for a private performance, one with a song of a different sort . . well who was she to deny them- for the right price of course.
Tara net her mentor in one such situation. She had drawn his interest, he said, not for her more physical performances, but for her voice. He told her it was uncommon to find someone with such a clear and carrying voice in brothels and taverns, and that if she was willing he would give her voice the gift of power. Tara, generally more concerned with wealth and her own pleasure, took his offer on a whim. She has never had reason to be sorry. Years after leaving the traveling Bard's tutelage, Tara took to traveling and peddling her many services. Whether it be slaying lesser creatures, or singing the pants off of some bored nobleman, Tara was always happy to please, and nimble fingers kept food in her mouth even when profitable jobs were few and far between.
That was how she came to be in one of the many small villages near Crimsonwing Manor. Serving her own whims, once again, Tara had been forced into hiding. One too many lies had put her on the wrong side of a very powerful, and wealthy, patron. Donning the the robes of a holy woman she worked her way into the priest's best graces (and into his pants more than once), biding her time by seducing his acolytes and a fair number of the naive villagers. Before long, Sara Sunflower became her most oft used alias, and the Priest's curtails became her favorite hiding place.