Furrow Tusker

THE WILDS

The boars of the Greylimn Marches drank from the soured wells like everything else, and turned inward the way livestock did in the first years of the rot. A Furrow Tusker still ploughs the abandoned fields out of muddled instinct, tilling ground nobody will sow, charging anything that steps into its furrow. The Mendicants say it is the closest thing the Marches have to a farmer now.