Chimney

It took a moment until Osprey realized, who "Auntie Beedubs" was, and when she did, she chuckled at the funny nickname. You would imagine an old witch-like and definitely fat lady with this kind of name and not Willow, who didn't remind any of that. "No... I know some plants, but Blue can do miracles - I can never be a match to her," this was true. She had never seen a more skilled healer in her life and her friend's talent was the closest thing she had witnessed to call magic.

"I am a lore-keeper or "the hag of stories"," she explained her trade and didn't expect herself to be admired by Tytonidae. Most people didn't understand that making a good story was just as hard work as... defending borders, for example. "I put various ingredients together and cook up tales, legends, stories, romances... whatever one's heart desires," she smiled.