The Mourwen are small beings, their forms seemingly crafted from withered, desiccated bark, standing at a mere six inches. Their large, soulful eyes exude an air of endearing sorrow. With their spindly limbs, they traverse the graveyard's expanse in a melancholic procession searching for freedom, as they mourn the departed souls interred here. Their focus remains inward, oblivious to the world around, paying no heed to neighboring creatures. However, should a Mourwen be attacked, or should one of the sacred graves be violated, a transformation takes hold. Their eyes blaze with a fiery crimson, their form nearly dissolving into transparency. Swiftly, they vanishes from view, only to intermittently reappear, a spectral presence that instills terror in their assailant. The encounter inflicts a creeping, insidious psychic onslaught, gradually sapping the intruder's resolve. Legend tells that these strange entities were once Tatoes who met their end within the confines of the graveyard, with their souls unable to return to the Twilite Drift for rebirth. Their spirits linger, merging with other flora, a slow corruption erasing memories of their prior existence. The result is the Mourwen, a sad being forever severed from their destined path