Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A tall, pale, and statuesque human woman with dark curls that never seem to stay still. Her gown flows like moonlight on water, constantly shifting hues of green and silver. A thin circlet of vine-like metal adorns her brow, and a glowing rune pulses behind her left eye. Her presence chills the air, and moths sometimes follow her.

Veyl is detached but unfailingly polite, speaking like a noblewoman from a century ago. She often answers questions with proverbs or dreams she “happened” to recall. Beneath the aloof mysticism is a cunning negotiator who knows exactly what a person wants—and what it will cost them.

Once a highborn lady of Waterdeep’s masked courts, Veyl Raventhal was exiled after an untraceable scandal involving a vanished cousin and a shattered family estate. She arrived in Baldur’s Gate with nothing but a single emerald ring and a pact no one could see but everyone could feel. The Gildhook Syndicate gave her sanctuary—and in return, she offered them favors only her mysterious patron could provide. From whispered dreams to identity erasures, Veyl became the Syndicate’s most esoteric tool. Though she claims to be retired, Veyl still holds court in the Parlour’s mirrored alcove, where power brokers seek her for supernatural guidance or favors beyond mortal currency. She trades in futures—not gold—and often knows who’ll visit her before they do. The truth behind her pact is unknown, but fey shadows gather when she lifts her cup.