She's an old woman with just enough elf in her blood to make her live longer. Blind in one eye and the other a startling blue, she's raised most of Rotmoor.
At 159 years old, this widow uses a cane to travel the small, child-ridden town. She carries a small pouch on her at all times, and sleeps in a chair by the fireplace in her home. She’s a nurturer, having never had children of her own and living vicariously through the orphanage on the other side of town. She knows plenty of gossip, if you know what to ask, though some of it is skewed in her old age.
She is the town directory where the town directory fails, knowing most of the passers through well enough to describe them by looks and occasionally name.