Walking through the city of New Tanaan, Yasreana hears the sound of crying

Intrigued the cleric of Innoruuk follows the sound to its origin, there behind the Felwithe stone sat a young High Elf, laughing inside her head Yasreana walked away. a short distance down the path she felt a tug at the back of her robe, Yasreana turned slowly, peering heavily down at the weeping lump that now sat before her.
"Please, help me, my mother.. my father.."
Being without parents herself a part of the cleric was moved to aid the young elf, but she shows no outward sign of compassion.
"and what would you have of me young one?" Yasreana said sternly
tears in her eyes the young high elf pleads to the stern cleric, "please.. I'll do whatever you ask, my family cast me out please I am still very young, I cannot make it in this world on my own yet"
Yasreana looks down upon the elf, "very well, I will help you, I will provide you with aid in your journey through life,... but know this, if I help you, you belong to me, you are mine from this day forth, do you understand..."
The young elf pauses to think a moment
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND..." Yasreana sounded impatient
"yes, I understand,... and I agree"
"very well then" Yasreana smiles to her new slave, what is your name child?
"Larynda..."