Tindra Greybrook
the Ironbriar Elf
Named for the faint gleam of mica in the dark river stones of the Greybrook and for the iron-hard thorns that choke its banks, a reminder that what glitters can wound.
Power
Thorncage — you can command the earth to erupt in a snarl of briars from a single seed, but each conjuring costs a drop of blood from your tongue, and the thorns bear your taste forever.
- Familiar
- a stone-broken badger named Flint
- House
- House Ironmire
You will not set foot on the far bank of the Greybrook where the three oaks stand, because the king of that place once took a thorn from your grandmother’s wrist and wore it as a crown. The cost is that you must walk an extra league to the southern ford, and you have worn a path so deep the moss there grows in the shape of your boot. You call that path home.