An Encounter with Beasts of the Cashilima

Out in the land of twisted stone, where fingers and faces are not but bone,

there lie many things that scream and shiver, romp and dance and quake and quiver.

they need not eat, or drink, or sleep, for they do not among the waking weep.

Their lengthy lives are neither somber nor gleeful, for they are not monsters made to frighten people.

they are restless wanderers, lost in clouds of soot and stone, waiting for someone to direct them home...

        - A song sung by children in the Scorchedlands village of Barno'auk.