Myths speak of men driven half mad by the darkness, staggering home with haunted whispers on their breath, with frightful tales of the rock wraiths - stone come to life with hatred and purpose, shifting and twisted into a grotesque parody of humanoid form, its baleful eyes glowing in the dark.

Somehow Cullen imagined them taller.

"Was that- the sound from before? What is it?"

He stares into the flames curiously.