"The Abyss doesn’t knock—it seeps, it whispers, and before you know it, you’re answering the door with open arms."

Beatrice Argyris is a frail but sharp-eyed older woman, her once-straight posture now bent slightly from years of hardship. Her silver-streaked auburn hair is pulled into a loose bun, strands escaping like cobwebs to frame a face lined with worry. Her dark olive complexion and soft brown eyes, now clouded with mistrust and fear, reflect a lifetime of toil and loss. She wears a simple, patched dress of faded green and brown hues, blending into the muted tones of Shadowgrove, and clutches a weathered pendant of Desna—a relic of hope she can barely cling to.

Despite her haggard appearance, there is an undeniable fire in her voice when she speaks of the dangers lurking in the shadows. Her tone fluctuates between frantic despair and the slow, measured cadence of someone who knows more than she lets on. Whether it’s the mutterings of a conspiracist or a prophet remains unclear.

Ancestry/Heritage

• Human

Profession/Titles

• Former Seamstress; Current Town Gossip and Keeper of Warnings

Work Location

• Retired

Residence

• A dilapidated single-room shack near the Blighted Well

Age

• elderly

Family Members

• unknown

Memberships

• unknown

Allies

• Father Colvin

Enemies

• unknown

You'll have to talk to him/her to find out...