When the founders of Raven’s Roost began to build the first homesteads, and plow the first small gardens, they found strange monuments dotting the countryside. It was months before Mara was discovered, pulling driftwood out of the great river, her long hair dripping down her back. However she declined- in many colorful and curious exclaimation. It was clear she had been living alone for many years and was in no mood for company. In time, as Raven’s Roost grew, Mara’s sculptures became renowned. This fact is either lost on her, or none of her concern, as she continues to live just outside of town, huddled wide-eyed in the underbrush eating berries listening to the wind.