A middle-age Mordentish woman has arrived in Krofburg, equipped for the cold weather and trials of the mountains. She moves stiffly, her back, occasionally, seeming to give her great discomfort, which she attempts to bear with only quiet grimaces of pain. Staying at the local inn, she spends most of her time there, asking polite questions to those that would share rumors of the disturbed graves and sightings of wolfprints and fur.
Curiously, she seems more than a simple traveler, as an ornately scabbarded sword is nearly always strapped at her waist.