Heavensrust

Mild-mannered, soft of voice, and unusually still for a Spiral, Heavensrust's mind is constantly churning with prophecy. To bleed the energy out, she scrawls them out in lengthy scrolls, leaving the organization of her prophetic library to her familiar. The contents can be as petty as predicting which leaf on a branch will fall first to the death of an entire clan.

Her den is high in a tree growing near one of the ruined towers; she enjoys playing among its branches on sunny days, when she can't bear to think of her grimmer prophecies any longer.