Rimebound Shaman

THE WILDS

They were hedge-priests of the Pale Reach who begged the Rime-Bound Warden to freeze their memories rather than let the Quiet Sworn take them. Esbren obliged, thoroughly. Now the Rimebound Shamans circle the snows chanting rites they can no longer feel the meaning of, calling down the cold that keeps them — for frost, unlike Ninelle, at least leaves the shape behind.