It's a witch, surprise-surprise. Were you expecting a half barracuda half pangolin anthro ? Disappointment comes for us all, dear, for even Zaraven knows not of any such creature. One might see the hat and laugh aloud at the sight, jokingly ask if she's a few months too early for Halloween... and in response, she might offhandedly mention that she's a hundred years too old to go trick or treating. If one were to mention the broom she flies around on, she'll roll her eyes, explain she left her custom-deluxe one back at her wetland abode and warp an ancient-looking hovering broom into existence from nowhere. Dare mention that she looks cute, and you might get a blush and a smile, or you might get hexed, depending on her mood. This versatile girl just can't catch a break from investigators looking to know more; on Zara, there is only one thing that she is definitively known to do. For personal enjoyment and presumably experimentation, she shrinks and toys around with her visitors, but rumors fly about other uses she has for her prey. If one were to ask her, well, they would probably be one of those victims themselves; but if Zaraven were to answer, she would do not but give a knowing wink in response.

... but, who is Zaraven? You curious flirt, you. Maybe you deserve a cookie, or a get out of stomach free card, or something like that. Aside from a callous disregard for human life whenever she ends up hungry, or lacking in a need for test subjects. If she weren't quite so prone In short, she shrunk, lewded, swallowed, and made pets out of her students. she would've signed on as a magic teacher in one of the academies. Zaraven was massively overqualified with over a century of experience, but found teaching to be a perfect gateway to meeting all the right people. However, after being fired from her job smothering a shrunken wizard boy with her chest, the rumors of her shocking lack of professionalism made procuring another such job in any official capacity impossible. Instead of noble pursuits such as educating the youth, she lives in the center of an Eden-esque paradise of her own creation, surrounded by an immense swamp in a cozy mansion hidden in plain sight by illusion. While she tries her best to incite rumors to make the curious explore her realm and fall into one of her traps, rumors of disappearances are steadily making even the bravest adventurers avoid her home. Still, owning more land than the average emperor as a result has its benefits, and with some effort she could likely teach another generation of witches to menace the world. If she could even be bothered to put in so much effort, that is.