Twenty-three years old, short, with red hair tied up badly and a leather bag that gives off improbable smells. She runs a healer’s practice in the poor district: she sells quality potions to the rich at high prices, and with that money treats the people of the district for whatever they can afford, often just a thank-you. During the revolt she treated everyone without distinction.

Freya sold her potions through her, and later worked at her practice.