Yffia

Yffia’s an odd bird, they say. She seams to spend more time with birds than with the rest of the village. She goes off on her own into the woods – it’s not right nor safe. Still, she does help out by blessing the crops, and that little hex she cast sure cleared up Betsy’s warts.

Still a young woman, word is that she was adopted. Not many folks see her striking green eyes, but everyone knows her straight long dark hair, tied back with one loop of leather.

Yffia

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