Wraiths of the Tarn

The wood wraiths were the chapel wardens once, $N, grown from trees planted over the honored dead. Since the tarn turned black they have forgotten their office, and now they drift through my graveyard pulling at the soil. Break eight of them apart before they finish what they have started.

Experience

4800

Currency reward

24s 0c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Bone and echo