Cutie has no faction.

Cutie, a young lightfoot, was sitting alone in a dark corner staring out into the distance. She had recently left the faction known as The Forsaken, and the reasons for her departure were still raw and fresh in her mind.

She had been a loyal follower of the giant, who had always been devoted to The Forsaken. But when they betrayed him, stole his home, and exiled him, Cutie felt a sense of betrayal that she could never forgive or forget.

The Forsaken had always claimed to be a faction of honor and loyalty, even if she didn't interacted with them much.

Cutie had been punished for her loyalty to the giant, labeled as a traitor to The Forsaken and killed.

That's when she heard about the free folk - Cutie knew that this was where she belonged. She longed to be able to do whatever she wanted.

As she sat in the tavern, watching the other patrons laugh and drink, Cutie felt a sense of liberation that she had never experienced before. She was no longer bound by the laws and codes of The Forsaken, but would instead be able to forge her own path in life.

Cutie couldn't help but feel angry towards The Forsaken for what they had done.

As she finished and prepared to leave the tavern, Cutie felt a sense of excitement and determination wash over her.