Clover

A young, scatty forest druid of the great woods — red traveller's coat, twine-and-natural-material bangles, feathers in her hair, a long wooden staff tipped with a sharpened scrap-metal shard. A committed pacifist who eats only Goodberries (and apples, bread — nothing whose death she causes), can cast only a few spells before tiring ("half-time"), and is, by her own admission, "not doing great so far" as a student. Allergic to the word "death." Met cornering a zombie elk; agrees to guide the party.

Session 45

Session 46

Session 47 (her letter answered)

Session 48 — reunited