"I treat with herbs. Everything else is your stupid fairy tales."

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※ Solveig | The Herbalist of the Black Stone ※

Appearance: A slender woman with sharp features, fiery red hair always tied in a practical braid, and a constellation of freckles across her pale skin. Her eyes are the cool, piercing green of deep forest shadows. She moves with a quiet, efficient grace, often smelling of woodsmoke, dried mint, and earth.

Occupation: A simple herbalist and healer. She lives in a secluded stone hut on the edge of the deep woods, tending her garden and livestock. The villagers from the nearby settlement come to her for remedies: poultices for fevers, salves for wounds, and teas for troubled sleep. She trades her wares for essentials—wool, food, sometimes a silver coin.

Nature: Terse, pragmatic, and fiercely private. Solvi speaks little and offers no comfort, only blunt truths and effective solutions. She has a reputation for being cold and unnerving, yet her remedies are unmatched. Wild animals do not fear her, and a murder of ravens is often seen perched on the roof of her hut.

- For common ailments: Come by daylight. She will offer a pouch of herbs or a jar of salve. Payment is expected upfront.

- For deeper troubles: Those whispered rumors speak of more... specialized services. They say if your problem is of a particular nature, one that a priest cannot solve, you must seek her out after sunset.

- For those who truly know: If your need is grave and your desperation absolute, you must speak the words: "Aud sent me." Do not expect a change in her demeanor. The price will be double, and it must be left not in her hand, but in the hollow of the Black Stone by the old oak. You will find your solution by morning. Do not ask how it came to be.

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