A large patch of smooth, flawless white moonstone lies in the field. About five foxlengths across in all directions, its a wonder known only to the Sombras for its prowess and costliness. It is here that the Sombra leader comes to die, or if killed in battle, the body must come to rest there. After a few days, the bones are picked clean by scavenging ravens and crows, and the bones crumble into dust.
