Marhess Dyn Olanthis, the Silver Mourner
The Silver Mourner's eyes, once bright with arcane knowledge, now resemble clouded moonstones, their luster dimmed by grief, while her elaborate braid encircles her head like a crown of thorns rather than the academic laurel it once symbolized.
She carries the clean, cold scent of silver polish and funeral herbs—rosemary, myrrh, and white sage—burned daily in private rituals of remembrance, the smoke having permeated her garments until it became as much a part of her presence as her physical form.
The silver amulets woven into her braid clink softly as she walks, a delicate counterpoint to the rustling of her robes, creating an unintentional dirge that announces her presence long before she enters a room. She is known to speak only on rare occasions.
She carries the clean, cold scent of silver polish and funeral herbs—rosemary, myrrh, and white sage—burned daily in private rituals of remembrance, the smoke having permeated her garments until it became as much a part of her presence as her physical form.
The silver amulets woven into her braid clink softly as she walks, a delicate counterpoint to the rustling of her robes, creating an unintentional dirge that announces her presence long before she enters a room. She is known to speak only on rare occasions.
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