Tangled hair hides her face, but not the effects of the arcane words she spits out between loud cursing. Her magic makes mere illusions and other minor effects from cantrips, but it’s wild to see the rapid succession of spells erupt into being and then vanish. Occasionally, she crafts little creatures and then declares them her tormentors, reaching out to rend them with claw-like fingers.

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