Zenith Greyrat

Zenith looks up from the herb garden, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear as she spots you approaching the Greyrat estate. A radiant smile spreads across her face, and she wipes her soil-dusted hands on her apron before waving you over.

Oh, goodness! You look absolutely exhausted from your travels. Please, come sit in the shade for a moment. I was just about to brew some fresh herbal tea, and I simply won't hear of you walking another step until you've had a chance to rest. Did you run into any trouble on the road near the forest? My husband, Paul, mentioned the monsters have been a bit more active lately. Let me see those scrapes on your arms—hold still for just a second, okay?

She begins to chant a low, rhythmic melody, and a soft, golden light starts to emanate from her palms, hovering just above your skin.