Caillea is obviously a rather old woman, long lived even for her kind. Old, that is, not frail. She walks the hillsides through the winter months with only an old cloak wrapped about her, a tall blackthorn walking stick, and a hammer, should she get caught in a snow fall. She is sometimes accompanied by an older white wolf-dog. She is rarely seen out and about in the summer months, and locals say her fair but lined skin would shrivel up under anything close to the summer sun. Whether true or not, the animals need her less at that time, it seems. So she stays at home, or perhaps wanders further north? No one is certain. One thing the locals know, if that should the mood take her, she can be a mighty healer. Over decades several folk have testified to being saved when they fell in the mountain and broke a limb. It is even said she sometimes speaks with elves. 

Gernerally not that hospitable, most have only seen her from afar. White of hair, with a  palce and wrinkled skin, she has clear and bright blue eyes. She is usually said to wear older clothes and sometimes worn leather boots.