Engracia

**Engracia** was a master craftswoman, artisan of the most beautiful rosaries in Cvstodia. The most prestigious priests and bishops frequented her workshop, and even His Holiness Escribar commissioned her. Her reputation became so esteemed that it was said rosaries made by anyone other than **Engracia** herself would not receive blessing and its wearer's prayers not heard. Thusly, the Church deemed all other rosaries false and heretical, then proceeded to seek them out and destroy them.

It is possible that **Engracia** was also a sister of the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage. She was born in Albero, but preferred staying in the mountains to collect olives alone, a practice the sisters of the **Convent** would do to use the olive oil for ceremonial purposes. Sometimes, she was seen crying amongst the olive trees by herself. Her desire to be alone and frequent sorrow made her seem peculiar to others.

Despite the fact that a drought had destroyed most of the olive trees, the crop **Engracia** tended to continued to yield bountiful harvests. This led to the creation of the rumor that her tears watered the crop and kept it from dying. One fateful morning she was found dead, her body leaning against one of the olive trees. After being buried in cave near the trees she used to cry under, possibly by the nuns of the **Convent**, the crop she tended to finally withered. This earned the area the name Where Olive Trees Wither.

Her tomb can be visited as part of Gemino's quest after obtaining the Dried Flowers Bathed in Tears, allowing early access to the Saeta Dolorosa prayer. Otherwise, it can be acquired later after receiving the Linen of Golden Thread relic.

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Engracia was her name. Her rosaries were the prettiest of all Custodia. The most prestigious priests and bishops frequented her workshop, and even our very Holiness Escibrar commissioned her. Such was her mastery that a rosary crafter by old Engracia was unparalleled in beauty, delicacy and perfection. Word spread that a rosary that was not made by her would not receive divine blessing, and prayers would not be heard, and besides, that would be a sin. This caused all the others to become banned by the Holy Mother Church, and those so-called false rosaries were sought, and burned. Someone who kept a deceitful rosary would be severely punished, sometimes even accused of heresy. Then we all began to wonder what would become of the rosaried when Engracia was no longer with us.

Well, I remember it with great sorrow. Engracia was one of us, born in Albero like you and me. She was peculiar, however, because every day, after a day gathering olives, she stayed in the mountains while the rest of us left. Some said they had seen her cry, and that's why she stayed among the olive trees, to be alone with her sorrow. Many years of drought razed the land back then, but although the other crops dried up and died, the olive trees on our hill would not: they remained the best harvests, to everyone's surprise. This gave rise to the rumour that the olive trees were being watered by the girl's very tears. One morning, we found the girl dead, leaning on one of the olive trees: whether she died of sorrow we will never know. We buried her in a small cave next to the olive trees where she cried. The next day, the olive trees has withered.

"Let me grieve, let me suffer
For one wound on me is one less on you
Let me bleed, let me feel
For a cut on me is a caress for you
Let me cry, let me moan
As all of my tears are only for me."