A reclusive spiritualist lingers in her caravan. Perhaps she can be convinced to trade her services, but so far she has always been evasive about where she came from and why she stays. Regardless, Kai-Ying is clearly skilled with the Craft and herbs, and enjoys the long pipe that she is never seen not smoking. Dour and blunt, Kai-Ying has proven to be a woman aware of her relative capabilities and the station in life her Craft affords her. Brutally pragmatic, if she is cruel it has so far seemed to always be for a reason, though the moral quality of that purpose might be dubious.