Astrid
A kindly old woman, matriarch of Rabbetsfoot. She is rarely seen far from her enourmous iron cauldron, and 3ft ladle. She carries the memory and soul of the town. She recounts the sights and sounds of the old town. The sight of her, and smell of her cauldron have become the heart of Rabbitsfoot, the sole consistancy these people have had these past years.
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