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2. World Almanac/Regions of Baltun'ia/Falduhir/Brefield/Vondra Loamhand - Brefield.md

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+### Details:
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+**Name**: Vondra Loamhand, the Stock‑Doctor *(locally, "the pony‑doctor")*  
+**Race**: [[Dwarves|Dwarf]]  
+**Age**: 121  
+**Gender**: Female  
+**Core personality**: Blunt with people, tender with beasts; unhurried, watchful, and quietly stubborn. A [[Sable Coven Overview|Sable Coven]] Greenbrew's grim mercy in a body that would rather be in a stall than a room.  
+**Location**: [[Falduhir]] — [[Brefield]], the animal ward of the **Sable Coven Clinic** (and every stable and shaft‑head that will have her)
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+### Appearance:
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+- **Build & Stature:** Short and thick‑set even for a dwarf, with the rolling, bow‑legged gait of someone who has spent a century among draught animals.
+- **Hair:** Iron‑gray, worked into thick braids with dried sage, a twist of copper wire, and a single canary feather woven behind one ear.
+- **Eyes:** Mossy green shot with amber — slow to move, quick to read a limp or a flinch.
+- **Skin:** Weathered and liniment‑stained; her broad hands are faintly stained green‑blue at the knuckles from a lifetime handling ley‑touched herbs.
+- **Apparel:** A gray‑black Coven cloak worn thin at the hem, oilcloth apron, and a heavy satchel of salves, splints, and twine.
+- **Distinguishing Features:** Both forearms are laddered with small deliberate scars — a Coven scar‑binding, but where her order counts *people* saved, Vondra counts *beasts*. She carries a squat brass whistle and a coiled lead‑rope at her belt.
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+### Voice & Speech:
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+- **Tone & Pitch:** Low, gravelly, and even — the voice of someone used to calming a panicking half‑ton animal.
+- **Mannerisms:** Breaks off mid‑sentence to murmur to whatever creature is nearby; delivers hard truths to people with the same flat kindness she uses on a dying mule. Says "*easy now*" to beasts and clients alike.
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+### Motivations & Goals:
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+- **Primary motivation:** Keep the beasts alive. The working animals of [[Brefield]] — pit ponies, mules, cave‑dogs, and the mine‑canaries — are her whole flock, and lately they are sickening and panicking near the lower shafts in ways no colic or bad air explains. She wants someone with fewer scruples and more freedom than a healer to find out **why**.
+- **Fears / Dangers:** That whatever is turning the animals against the deep will reach the town's children next; and, more privately, that she will die the way most witnesses in Brefield do — dismissed as a crank right up until the cave‑in.
+- **Personal Quests or Secrets:** Vondra can *speak with animals*, and she has been listening. The pit ponies refuse to descend past a certain gallery; the canaries she sends down come back wrong or not at all; the beasts describe, in their blunt animal way, a **"cold that hums"** and a wind with no source coming up from the sealed lower level. She has quietly mapped where the sickness radiates from — and every line points at [[The Collapsed Reach]]. She is a witness with damning testimony and no one who will credit it, because *the pony‑doctor talks to her animals.*
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+### Background:
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+- **Origin:** Born in a herding hold in the pine valleys south of Brefield, among drovers who moved stock along the old ridge roads.
+- **History:** The [[Sable Coven Overview|Sable Coven]] took her in as a Greenbrew after a mine collapse she helped dig out as a girl; she trained in leyline‑touched herblore and swore the Oath of Ash and Rose. She drifted up to Brefield years ago to treat beasts after a bad thaw‑season and simply never left — the animals needed her, and the Coven's creed of *healing without borders* suited a town that fed on grudges.
+- **Current Occupation:** Greenbrew of the Sable Coven, running the animal side of the town clinic — the only stock‑doctor for a day's ride, and by long habit the one person in Brefield everyone is willing to owe a favor.
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+### Associations:
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+- **Allegiances & Factions:** The [[Sable Coven Overview|Sable Coven]], openly. She takes the Oath at its word: she mends a [[Benton Brothers Mining Co.]] hauler‑team and a [[Pick‑Belters Union|Pick‑Belter]] drover's mule in the same afternoon and refuses to be drawn on the politics of either. Reveres [[Biros]], to whom she leaves an offering of loam and a lock of horsehair at [[Stoneshield Chapel]].
+- **Allies & Friends:** **Marit Sedge**, the halfling quartermaster, quietly slips her poultice supplies off the books; **Eldr Stonegleam**, the guilt‑haunted Runekeeper engineer, is one of the few who takes her warnings about the deep seriously.
+- **Rivals & Enemies:** [[Benton Brothers Mining Co.]] auditors resent the free care she gives union beasts; anyone tied to the [[House of Suits Overview|House of Suits]] would want the stock‑doctor silenced outright if they understood what her animals have told her — she does not yet know she is dangerous.
+- **Contacts & Networks:** Pick‑Belter drovers, the Biros priests at [[Stoneshield Chapel]], and half the children of Brefield, who bring her injured strays for a copper and a story.
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+### Notes & Flavor
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+- Catchphrase to skittish beasts *and* nervous clients: "*Easy now. Easy. I've got you.*"
+- Keeps a lame three‑legged cave‑dog named **Slag** at her heels; it will not go near the lower shaft roads, and she trusts its refusal more than any Benton safety report.
+- Diagnoses people the way she diagnoses horses — she'll take a party's measure by how they treat Slag before she tells them a single useful thing.
+- Distrusts magitech medicine and "clank" enforcers on instinct, but treats a wounded [[Automatons|automaton]] without comment if one is brought to her: *"Something that hurts is something I mend. That's the whole of it."*