A bent, white-haired crone. She reads the cards from a wooden wagon on the road between Greyhawk and Yggsburgh.
A bent, white haired Rhenne crone. She reads cards for people in the back of a wooden wagon. Sometimes, under the oil lamp that lights her curtained room, her eyes appear red.
“Not me, tells your fortune. Cards tell your fortune.”
“Rhenne not from Nyr Dyv. Rhenne not from rivers. Rhenne from far ‘way, from other world, from Rhopan.”