The Weaver

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An ancient being who dwells in a lonely cottage deep in the woods, weaving fate into cloth and guarding a piece of the Dread Trove with a patience older than the courts.

The Weaver is a keeper of secrets and a maker of endings, a creature of the old world who remembers the Cauldron's first stirrings and the Making of the Dread Trove. She does not leave her cottage, does not need to — the threads of fate come to her, and she weaves them into tapestries that show the shape of what is to come, though she will never say what she sees.

Appearance

She appears as a gaunt, stooped figure in a threadbare grey shawl, her face a web of deep lines and her eyes the color of old bone — milky, unblinking, seeing something beyond the room. Her hands are never still, ceaselessly working a loom that hums with a low, resonant power, and the air around her smells of dust, wool, and something faintly metallic, like blood left to dry.

Also known as: The Weaver, the old woman of the woods, the spinner of threads, the guardian of the Harp, the bone-eyed crone, the keeper of the loom

What They Know

• She knows the exact location of the Harp, one of the three objects of the Dread Trove, and has kept it hidden for millennia.
• She remembers the Making of the Dread Trove by the Cauldron and the ancient war that followed its creation.
• She can see the threads of fate — past, present, and future — woven into her tapestries, though she rarely speaks of what she sees.
• She knows the true names of the Bone Carver and the Suriel, and the bargains that bind them.
• She understands the nature of the mating bond better than any living High Fae, for she has woven the threads of countless such bonds.
• She knows that the King of Hybern seeks the Dread Trove, and that he will come for the Harp eventually.
• She has watched the rise and fall of every court, every High Lord, every war — and she has never once intervened.
• She knows that the Cauldron is not a thing to be controlled, but a force that can be appeased or angered, and that its wrath is older than the mountains.

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