**Race:** Gnome **Female** **Copper red hair** Peony remembers believing the hag was her grandmother. For years, she thought the crooked cottage was simply home. The old woman gave her broken things to mend, rusted locks, cracked lanterns, strange little mechanisms no child should have understood. Peony took them apart, rebuilt them, and learned there was comfort in making broken things work again. It was only when she grew older that she realised the cages in the cellar were not normal. That the whispers at night were not dreams. That children were not supposed to be afraid of the person raising them. After that, Peony began fighting in secret. A sabotaged trap. A missing key. A broken hinge at just the right time. Small rebellions. Quiet ones. When Sordia Vignti found her, she was trying to dismantle something explosive she absolutely should not have been touching. Now Peony is always building, tinkering, fixing, and improving things no one asked her to improve. But beneath all the curiosity and clever hands, She is still learning that not every elder who offers guidance intends to control her.