A half-blind old hag, Grizzella wears her thinning white hair in a none-too clean braid down her back. She is about five feet four inches tall and walks hunched over as if from a great weight. She wears a dark dress and a woolen shawl about stooped shoulders for warmth. Her feet are clad in boots. She looks like she could be anywhere from 65 to 80 years of age. She has faded blue eyes that seem cloudy and dim.

Grizzella's house is in a grove of trees that is thick and protective. The trees seem to shift and shuffle, seemingly menacing in ways that trees ordinarily aren't. The little grove has a feel of menace and presence as if some dread thing hid just out of sight, waiting to pounce.

The tiny house is three rooms, a living/kitchen/dining area, a bedroom and a big workroom. The ceiling is barely 7 feet tall with a fireplace in each room for warmth. The house is kept at a torrid temperature to warm her aching joints. The whole place smells of odd things, a musty, cloying smell of things better left unnamed.