Rootwig is hard to get.  She disturbs the Praedoran characters greatly, making them uneasy.  She smells of rotten fish, and slurps barnacles, and only has four teeth; two at the top and two at the bottom.

She is a seer, and for her whole life has had visions of peace for the world at war.  Riven Isles is the key, and Walter Avery has found the map.

Ethnicity: Aquian

Age: Indeterminate.  Appears old and decrepit, but with youthful energy

Three-Word Perception: Unpredictable, Resolved, Dottery

Height: Always Hunched at 4'7"

Upbringing: Unknown

Ship's Duty: Staying out of the way - Seer

Choice Weapon: Poisonous spines in hands (Aquian trait)

Status on Alcohol: What is alcohol?

Personality: It would be difficult to pinpoint a correct depiction of the personality of Rootwig, for she does not speak the language of our protagonists.  She does not know their culture, or their body language.  She expresses herself through her translator, Thenshie, and her fierce bouts of threatening to get her way- using that Aquian charm of poison.  She hisses and shows her hands when people do not cooperate with her.  Prophecy must be fulfilled. 

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