Should you go into the woods looking for the Wealdfolk, you should know that they have many sinister tricks and traps set about, to catch up any unwary travelers.

The Wealdfolk are reclusive, but not of their own will. They are shunned and hunted, like animals and monsters alike. Their only sanctuary lies along the length of the Frontier, as they live the lives of nomads and vagrants. In this darkened woodland, they made the best of their dim fate through striking deals with the ill-warped deities of the forests. Immersing themselves in the darkness, they have become one with it. The Dark is a way of life to them, as simple as death.

And forth from these rituals, come the Fey Watchers. Bound in service to the people of the Weald, they protect the territories and tribes in return for bloody sacrifices and sacral bone. The Fey draw some form of power through the bones of men; and so decorate themselves in headdresses, shackled together with the skeletons of their offerings.