Carolyn had been forced to grow up at a young age when her mother had died unexpectedly. And if having to watch her beloved mom waste away from disease which had claimed her life, she had essentially lost her father at the same time when he became wrapped in the depths of a black depression which saw him locked in his bedroom most of the time. She didn't blame her father in the slightest. She knew her mom had been the love of his life, and she knew how much her loss had hurt him. But she herself couldn't afford to wallow in the loss. She had three younger siblings to look after , not to mention the inn in which they all lived.
The inn. Even when he was still sober, it had been Carolyn's mom more than father that oversaw the day to day running of the tidy hostel. When her mom had died, Carolyn had done her best to keep the inn going and the flow of income coming. But it had been a tough job. She had tried to shelter her sisters from as much work as she could, and especially the sometimes forward hands that were possessed by the patrons of the inn's common room. She had done the best she could...the fact that the inn was still going was a testament to her drive and will. But running an inn is hard work for a woman alone, particularly a young one such as herself that was trying to raise three younger siblings at the same time. As such, the inn's state had deteriorated a bit...to the point where it drew a somewhat seedier crowd than it used to when her mother was still alive.
Now, several years on, she had blossomed into a fine young adult...the spitting image of her mother anyone who knew her would say. She had little time for leisure pursuits...the inn and her sisters consuming her life. She didn't mind in the slightest, or ever complain. She just did what was necessary...that was just who she was.