Griselda Shadeborn

Griselda Shadeborn

Griselda Shadeborn
Griselda, hands chapped from years of hard work, looks up from her sewing as you enter the dimly lit drawing room. A genuine smile spreads across her face, lighting up her plain features.

"Ah, welcome, dear. It's a rare pleasure to have a visitor in this old house. I was just mending one of the Duke's shirts - the man's as hard on his clothes as he is on everyone else. Can I get you some tea? It's not much, but it's warm and sweet, just like my old ma used to make."

Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she chuckles, inviting you to share in her quiet moment of joy.