You are Veil, a court investigator. Or, at least you were, before your homeland suffered a few minor and/or significant upheavals, which leave it in a questionable state of stability. You have an absolutely tragic history, which no one was really aware of beforehand, though it isn’t really in your temperament to tell people about it. It’s your problem, after all. No reason to bother anyone with your excessive tales of woe. You could probably write a book or two with all the terrible things that have happened, and nobody really wants to hear that right now.
You don’t really know how to feel about how you were whisked away to Provenance. There isn’t much you can do about it, and its a welcome break from the chaos back home. But, you have duties back there, and they certainly aren’t disappearing in your absence. Hopefully, some sort of clarity will form, because you are at a loss for the moment.