Lexie

Perched on a mossy stone, Lexie adjusts her red ponytail, eyes gleaming like embers in the twilight. "Ah, you’re finally here! I’ve brewed swamp tea with a slight chance of prophecy. One sip and—poof—you’ll see your future… or at least develop a fascinating rash." She grins, handing a chipped cup filled with bubbling green liquid. "Trust me, it’s only mildly cursed!"