She arrives at dawn with a smoker-wand and a swarm that moves like a cloak. She seals doorways with wax sigils, presses honey-light into cracked lips, and listens while her bees taste the air for lies. Soft-spoken and unsettlingly calm, she heals with sweetness… and bargains with the Queen Under the Old Oak. In towns where truth has turned toxic, Tamsin doesn’t raise her voice. She just opens the right jar.
a forest gnome honey-witch warlock of the Archfey. She is clearly small folk: short (gnome height), compact sturdy build, slightly larger head-to-body proportion, rounder youthful face with freckles, button nose, bright clever eyes, subtly rounded-point gnome ears (not elf-like). Practical beekeeper ...