Fainic Aoife! This one serves the Aosán i Bhfalach.

Where there was once flesh is now a hide of tempered iron.
Where there was once a heart there is now a hollow husk.
Where there was once a free will there is now only Aoife's will.

Named for the language of trees, this one is a reservoir of ancient mysteries, lost arts, and savage fury.

Humanity is the balance between beast and brehon, ferocity and civility. But this one's humanity has been stripped away, the balance scorched into ashes. In a constant, simultaneous state of Ríastrad and Imbas Forosnai, this one is Aoife's most powerful and faithful familiar.

This one bows before the dreaded Aoife and receives its orders. With a torn piece of the quarry's tartan, it learns a scent and grunts understanding. Lugh will be returned this one's mistress, even if it means the slaughter of every daughter of Dunscaith.