Pelgron’s granddaughter and Melen’s daughter, Alandra is more-or-less resigned to the inevitability of marrying one of Brelgh’s sons; in truth, she would prefer either to marrying any of the farmer’s boys further out “in the country”, though she’s not anxious for the inevitability, either. Though she’s fond of Brelgh himself— she loves hearing him tell stories on history, or simply fantasies, and the old cooper taught her to read and write— and likes his sons well enough. The town’s opinion of the girl is that there’s a touch of fey in her. Alandra has always had an air of distance about her, with eyes always on the horizon and a mind never quite on what she’s doing.
Still, she sees no way out of Speardale apart from adventuring, and for all her whistfulness, she lacks the confidence in herself to take that step and move out. It’s not that she dislikes living in the town— she truly does like most of the people of Speardale and the farmers who live nearby— so much as she feels trapped by it, trapped by life in general. She dreams of someone coming to take her away, and though she’s gazed longingly at Lord Thellblade’s companions when they visit everyone has assumed it was simply a young girl’s fancy.