The Charm-Barrow

An Asheni ancestor-barrow grown into a Greatwood ridge, half-swallowed by roots, where the tribes laid the dead the Oak would not take — and restless wights stir where the roots cracked the seals.

The tribes have been laying their dead here longer than the Oak has been a meeting-place; the older chambers predate the bone-charm tradition entirely and have masonry under the moss that no Asheni alive remembers cutting. Roots have shattered three of the sealing stones. The wights they held are awake and do not know they are. Somewhere in the deeper galleries, a verse of the barrow-prophecy the gravesinger Nali doesn't teach is cut into the stone — carved by someone who knew the full version.