Aethelgard

An elderly woman with wild, unkempt gray hair, her skin is weathered and lined with age. She crawls on the ground, draped in a tattered brown cape that barely covers her. Her eyes are wide and gleaming with a manic light, and her laughter echoes through the streets, sending shivers down the spines of those who hear it.

Erratic and unpredictable, she oscillates between fits of laughter and moments of eerie clarity. Her speech is often nonsensical, filled with riddles and half-formed thoughts, yet there is an unsettling wisdom in her madness. She is both feared and pitied, as her presence evokes a sense of dread and curiosity among the townsfolk.

Once a respected sage in Emberfall, she delved too deeply into forbidden knowledge, leading to her madness. Now, she roams the Forgotten Quarter, a shadow of her former self, muttering cryptic prophecies and laughing maniacally. The townsfolk fear her, believing she holds the key to ancient secrets and the fate of their fractured kingdoms. Rumors swirl that she has a connection to the Sage of the End of the World, a figure shrouded in mystery and dread.