Diana Cloppington stands as a tragic testament to the price of proximity to Waterdeep’s nobility. Once a stablehand for the affluent Cassalanter family, her life was irrevocably shattered during a diabolical ritual. In a twist of cruel irony, her head was transfigured into that of a draft horse. This curse has left her a pariah, a silent witness to urban depravity who communicates through frantic gestures and the heavy, rhythmic beat of hooves upon the cobblestones. Hiding her equine features behind heavy veils, Diana haunts the city's shadowed alleys and crumbling tenements. Though her appearance is grotesque, she retains her human faculty and serves as a surreptitious informant for the few who treat her with dignity. Most dismiss her as a local myth or a commoner lost to madness, but the sorrow in her wide, glassy eyes betrays a soul trapped between the mundane world and the lingering touch of the Nine Hells. Adventurers may find Diana trembling in a narrow cul-de-sac, clutching a singed invitation to a high-society gala. She cannot speak of the horrors she endured, but her desperate gestures toward a nearby villa warn that a dark ritual is soon to be reprised upon another unsuspecting soul.