Hanna Tide

DetailValue
TitleElder of Mistholm
LocationMistholm
FactionNone
StatusAlive

Description

Sixty-three, small and wiry, with a face that looks carved from driftwood, all angles and weathering. White hair pulled back in a tight knot. Her eyes are pale blue, almost colorless, and have the peculiar flatness of someone who has seen too much and stopped being surprised. She dresses in layers of grey wool and oilcloth. She walks with a cane, not because she needs it, but because it’s useful for pointing at things and hitting people who argue too slowly.

Fierce, dry-humored, and unbreakable. Hanna has lived in Mistholm for sixty years, buried her husband (who walked into the sea), two of her three children (who walked into the sea), and more neighbors than she can count. She has earned the right to lead by the simple fact that she is still here and still fighting. She protects her people with a territorial ferocity that would make a Marchwarden nod in respect. She has no patience for outsiders who come to study the Sleepwalkers like curiosities, and infinite patience for anyone who comes to help.

What she wants: Help. Real, practical help, not the Concord’s promises and the Lantern-Keepers’ stretched-thin patrols. She wants someone to figure out why her town is cursed and fix it, or at least make the nights survivable.