The highest points of Garljing's Coat are frigid and desolate, the spires of stone pockmarked with caverns. Some hold statues, some hold offerings to the Gods and the echoes of earnest, fervent prayers.

One holds a recently disturbed mound, a simple grave, with a rough slate headstone. In it is carved a simple legend.

Quote:

"Mykael Lovain.

A father and brother without equal. A True Therian.

Here he waits for his family to reach the Peak."