Ravka Mournhurst
the Skip-Grave Countess
Named for the hill where sorrow takes root and the soil that remembers every bone laid beneath it.
Power
Bone-dance — a tap of a clover sets any skeleton jigging, but the dance ends the moment you laugh, and you always laugh.
- Familiar
- a mole named Velvet
- Bloodline
- House Rootmere
People say they've heard you humming in the roots of old yew trees. They claim you taught a fox to bow. You let them believe it. The real secret is that you once lost a bet to a graveworm, and the debt still keeps you this side of the soil.