Marttam Vebraldus
Marttam Vebraldus is on her own. Her mother taught her how to gather herbs in the wilderness to use in homemade remedies when she was very young. She doesn’t know who her father was, and her mother was lost to the wilderness a decade ago. Life has been unpleasant since she lost her mother.
She came to Mythrite for a new start when the boom started and has been running the small herbalist shop single-handedly since then. The shop is cluttered, although it usually smells mostly ok because she keeps the sweet-smelling herbs upfront. She has a tumble-down pile of orders to fill, but she never seems to make as much progress as her customers would like.
She doesn’t really care what her customers think. They need her more than she needs them. She has been known to chase even the most confidently annoyed customer out of her shop with a habit of making unbreakable eye contact and scowling. Her grey eyes are piercing and unnerving. Because of this, she’s been able to take over a small room in The Halberd all for herself. No one wants to make the crazy old herb lady angry by trying to share with her.
She isn’t even that old, just 35, but people seem to respect her more when she plays the crone, so she learned to hide her age with extra clothing, unkempt brown hair pulled into a bun, and a fine covering of grime. She pays a few miners to bring her the best and finest-ground dust, not only for her disguise but for her personal protection in the wilderness. She hasn’t met anything that continued to attack with an eyeful or two of dust. Of course, she has also learned to run fast and climb faster, because she goes out alone and it’s better to be safe than sorry. The constant strain of running her business and collecting herbs makes her quick to anger, and she is especially annoyed by extraneous sensory input. She does not get along well with the other merchants, especially since most of them never stop talking.
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