Tall and lissome, this faun-like creature gallops and cavorts with nary a sound to her hoof falls. An eerie, pale green complexion with hair as black as raven feathers and a blindfold that fails to cover a sinister green glow behind it all conspire to give Syndathrix an otherworldly appearance. Shadows seem to dance around her brackish silhouette, and her soft voice chills like a winter breeze.

Fond of the wilds and graveyards alike, Syndathrix offers tea, fortune readings, and ill omens to any and all that might wish to seek them out.