The Matron (She/Her) - Sophia dM

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Something wicked this way comes, out from the Quiverwoods, clad in mourning dress, her face obscured by a dark veil. When she speaks, there is an odd chittering sound in her voice that makes your skin crawl, and when she walks it is with a thoroughly unnatural grace. On her own, she may seem unsettling, but when she appeared beside The Maiden of the Broken Hart speaking of their hopes for Union, those familiar with folklore might see in her the weeping widow who wasted away in the woods where her lover was buried.