Hickory

Hickory has never been directly confronted because of her darker views, doesn't like to get her hands dirty. If there is field work to do, she leaves it to Loitner.

With her small, lithe body and double-the-size wings, she looks like a big, runic bat as she flies in the night.

Looking for a hideout, she lurks where no one else longs to go. Applying herself with thorns and shining roses is enough to give anyone a hint about her hostility.

Her work with Tendanor is discreet, or as discreet as can be to oblivious clan members. She'll send out hunters to bad grounds, and she'll sabotage tries of outer infiltration.
Loitner, her adoptive son, has more than once had to "scratch some backs" to keep the council from interfering more than they ought to. She's barely a few months younger than older clan members, yet she hasn't seen the peace Anpiel had with the clan in the early stages. All she saw was an absent leader and a flock of sheep without lead.

A hollow place of power? A missing link of treasure and wealth? Not a moment's hesitation, she's behind Tendanor in her every decision, as long as the outcome is in her favor of course.