"Dark Mother be praised." The tired whisper faded into the night, followed by the quiet click of a door latch as Gryusha slipped from the female field-laborer's dormitory.
The half-orc midwife had just delivered, fed, and bedded her third set of twins this week. Certainly a portentous sign from Dretha, if ever there was one.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Gryusha took her usual path to the Drunk Dragon, grateful for an ebb in the evening's rainstorm.
It was not an easy delivery, and she could still hear the disgust in the voice of the newborn babes' mother... To have her children nursed by an orc - not to mention the profane rituals practiced by this one!
Yet Gryusha knew it was those very observances of the Dark Mother that gave her a peerless delivery record - 22 births, 27 babes, and not a single loss between mother or child.
Gryusha had arrived at Sanctuary nearly two years ago, walking into the town with two mewling half-orc infants in her arms. Though she's tight-lipped about her past, the accepted story around town is that the half-orc fled her tribe with the children, knowing the life they had in store among full blooded orcs.
"Black Brandy!" she barks, slumping at the bar a few seats from Andreas.
Gryusha bears a number of small, earth-toned tribal tattoos on her pale greenish skin, and her hair is a mess of thin, well kept dreadlocks, adorned with colorful wooden beads. She can often be found telling the town children the orcish folk stories behind her tattoos, or with an infant in her arms, delightedly playing with her locks.
She wears simple green and brown robes, with the image of two gauntleted fists stitched roughly onto the back, stretched protectively over the poorly painted outline of a town not unlike Sanctuary.
Just caught the character ideas in Discussion. My proposed healer here is a bit different, but hopefully flavorful enough & still fit the bill!