Reed Stalker

THE WILDS

The battlefield runoff pooled in the Bloodfen and learned to be hungry — just as Gullmaw boasted it would, from his sour throne in the Drains upstream. The Reed Stalkers are the fen practicing patience: lean shapes of marsh-wrack and drowned sinew that stand among the reeds for days, indistinguishable from the reeds, until something with blood in it wades past. The Exsanguine Matron calls them her herons. They fish for her.