Skittish silhouettes between the trees of Morrowynn Forest. Sometimes their eyes reflect blue fire—and sometimes they don’t reflect at all.
Filthy, bold, and fond of the warm—boot leather, sleeping bags, and exposed ankles. Their teeth are yellow scythes; their courage borrowed from darkness.
Rattle and malice in a man-shape. Sockets burn with the memory of sight. Their hatred is simple and tireless. Found in crypts and beneath the town.