From aeons ago over the marshes warriors fought a violent battle, in a bellicose age now it is their grave. There they lay looking up from the water that now holds them, pale dead faces haunting as they stare at the gray sky. Silence now binds them their war cry long forgotten, fires mark the pools where the dead warriors rest. The silence reigns this dead place. The crows are the silent keepers of this tomb, circling around the mountain watching for eternity this still and silent place.