So there she was, the great Efin, stuck in a foul hole named Sullow Borge, a place as grim as it sounds, healing ulcers on saggy bottoms and expressing Rateye fungi juice for snotty noses.
As Sullow Borge's village healer witch, she was an excellent herbologist and medicine woman.
Having accepted the role in this village more than reluctantly, she was nonetheless providing her service matchlessly and with great detail.
Since she lost the favour of the last lord she was serving, her only pass back to the court was by earning a good reputation in the local communities first, as well as silver.
While a great healer, Efin was famous for her bad temper. Paired with a quick-witted tongue and inexhaustible sarcasm, this didn't make her precisely the most charming acquaintance, even if her looks often lead men to believe otherwise. Those foolish enough to pursue their advances were often lucky to escape with their lives.