Wandering through swamps and ancient ruins, she brews potions that blur the line between cure and curse. Her russet braid holds untold stories, and her scarred, sightless eye sees truths that others cannot see. Dressed in a long blue cloak with a frog sigil, a white shirt and sandy trousers, she wears leather boots and her hands are stained with the purple remnants of alchemy. A master of elixirs, a connoisseur of poisons - she is a Toadbrewer, feared and revered.