Marietta

Much to the dismay of dragons looking for a glimmer of hope, Clan Nekrós has their very own resident Witch. The fairy tale sort which takes babies in exchange for herbs and then probably eats them.

Marietta secludes herself to her dark cave and talks endlessly in mutterings to dragons who are not present, usually some long gone friend from ages past. Even Orc has sighed about the three hour arguments she's had with nothing, about whether or not to add pepper to a pot. She tends to communicate in snorts, snickers, cackles, and great guffaws, which most of the clan has learned to understand by means of survival, though she certainly can and will speak loudly and clearly enough should it suit her to speak with someone. And if it does, she may not stop talking.

Even so, it could be argued that the Witch Marietta is the voice of reason, and even the Mother of the clan. Don't suggest the second to her, the side effects, I’m told, are most unpleasant. She will accept the first with some pride though, as there is nothing in the world that Marietta hates more than repeated ignorance. Unless, of course, it's from Orc.

Off putting cackles and hair curling stenches aside, she moves like an old, brittle woman. She remembers like an old, brittle woman (can tell a dragon what happened eons ago, but has no idea where her own toes are, yet somehow finds anything she actually needs in a pinch). Her mumblings can be understood sometimes to be her asking things of herself that---well, for a dragon that has a high distaste of ignorance, can sound quite a bit senile.

If the dragons of Clan Nekrós need more than one reminder that she's the Witch of the clan, then they'd better get it by seeing someone else who needed that second reminder. Most don't survive the second one. She's never been one to wave canes and give vague threats. There are few souls brave enough to question her right to existence in a cruel clan most don't survive their first night in.