Zorinda

Zorinda, the caretaker works in an orchard off of Felsul Road on Minos. Wrinkles line her face, and her hazel eyes are cloudy with cataracts. Hunched over with age, her dress hangs from her thin frame, featuring so many patches that its true colour is now indistinct. Her hands are painfully thin and slightly gnarled, a fact she draws attention to by constantly rubbing them together.