Anca

Anca is a herbalist, but she hasn’t always been one. For years she served God at St. Tyna’s convent. The nun’s life wasn’t a good fit for her, but the truth is, she’s far too clever to be where she is now, either. She speaks Latin, knows things about the world nobody else does… yet I wouldn’t call her happy.

We get along well, though. I enjoy her company, and – for whatever reason – the feeling seems to be mutual.