The Mourners of the Hush

Grief-keepers who tend the Vale's restless dead and want the Unclosed — the Wright's Shard included — properly laid to rest.

Half undertakers, half wardens, wholly stubborn. The Mourners walk the barrow-country with bells and masks, closing what the Sundering left unfinished. They're warmer than they look — quick with a joke at a graveside — but on one thing they don't bend: the great Unclosed belong to rest, not to a buyer, a banner, or a brave fool's pack.