"Zevran mentioned such things to me once! He said some of them even speak in rhyme, I think I only remember because it sounded so utterly ridiculous, that a tree could speak. But he failed to mention the possession part to me, even though we were off to the Fallow Mire where everything was possessed. Even cats, apparently." No she is not still sore about running around with Harding avoiding being scratched by a possessed and plague-ridden cat.

But at least now she can have the full story about them, just to be safe should any rifters encounter them on their travels.

"I can hardly imagine such a thing." The words are a hushed whisper, as strange and unsettling as they are oddly beautiful. "We go back to the sea when we die, wrapped in a shroud made of byssus, weighted down by rocks and stones so that whatever is in the ocean will feed on us and grow strong, that our people will eat those and grow strong too. We give ourselves back to what gave us life. Don't you find it sad though? That they could be so very tired?"