Mother Lyssa
Seen On: The road between Valinport and Stonewake Crossing
Status: Unknown
Disposition: Calm, welcoming, unsettlingly serene
Mother Lyssa was encountered alone by the roadside, tending a small fire beneath a tree and stirring a pot of stew that smelled warm and inviting despite containing no meat.
She greeted the party without surprise, offered food, tea, and rest, and spoke as though travelers arriving were expected—not named, but inevitable.
Her stew was simple, nourishing, and comforting. The tea she served was identified as Tea of the Quiet Hour, a blend from far beyond the region, known for calming the mind and easing sleep.
Those who ate and drank found their rest deep and undisturbed.
Demeanor
Mother Lyssa speaks softly and deliberately. She does not rush her words, nor does she fill silences. She listens intently when others speak and never interrupts.
She asked few questions.
She needed none answered.
Stories Shared
- She listened to Leda Gebhart’s telling of The Wildsong, nodding as if the land itself were being described correctly.
- She listened to Zel Cunningham speak of Gideon Kael, and did not look away when grief entered the story.
She offered no judgment, no correction, and no consolation—only presence.
Departure
When the party awoke the next morning, Mother Lyssa was gone.
No footprints.
No cold ashes.
No signs of departure.
Only the memory of a good meal, a clear rest, and a lingering sense of quiet.
What the Party Knows
- She traveled alone
- She carried supplies inconsistent with a roadside hermit
- She knew no names, yet felt familiar
- She left nothing behind
Common Description (as remembered)
An older woman with kind eyes and weathered hands.
Her voice carried like wind through tall grass.
She felt… rooted. As if she had always been there.
Party Impressions
No one felt threatened.
No one felt watched.
And yet—
Everyone remembers her clearly.