Brelda Venkervale

A broad, mannish dwarven woman with a beautiful singing voice, though grief has quieted it of late.

Distant and sad, weighed down by sorrow. Once a great singer, she has done little singing recently.

Brelda has been distraught since her son Lasda disappeared several months ago. She serves light fare at the Founders’ Day Festival, and it was her reading of Dwarven that turned the four rune plaques beneath the fishery into riddles for the party.