One of three Vistani women at the The Blood of the Vine tavern in Barovia village, alongside Mirabelle and Sorvia. Black haired and quieter than the other two, content to let them carry the table while she watched everything around her.
She knows more than she let on. When the conversation drifted toward Krogarov’s name, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face. She had seen him, more recently than almost anyone in Barovia, with Arabelle and a wagon loaded with two heavy sacks. She said nothing and steered the conversation somewhere safer.