Beorc byþ bleda leas, bereþ efne swa ðeah
tanas butan tudder, biþ on telgum wlitig,
heah on helme hrysted fægere,
geloden leafum, lyfte getenge.

Heva daughter of Haleth

Tall and lithe woman with long light copper toned hair, soft green eyes and honey-tan stands before you bearing herself straight though her eyes would look down more oft then into the faces. Humble and knowledgeable, gentle host and caring personality describes well Heva, daughter of Haleth.

Oft you can find her at her small hut in lower streets of Stangard across where she grows garden of herbs and feed, with few chickens, bees, one half wild donkey Hwitfoot and three cats (Netele (Nettle), Whiskers and Myrtle)

She has been seen to wonder alone by the river or over the river to banks of Mirkwood in search of valuable and rare herbs for her practice as healer.

When she speaks out with raspy deep voice, that lost its gentle feminine tone under the weather and paths she took. Her fingers reveal she uses bow often as her hands reveal hard life of a farmer and forager.