Sandsquawk Whistle
A rusted whistle held closely by the Mother of Kret. Calls the Sandsquawk in the heart of the lightning storm to carry pilgrims to the city of Khoving.
Once, kin came and went from Khoving as they pleased, encouraged to visit and pay homage to all that was gained and lost there. A plan was even made to free the Yoked from their burden.
But the conniving plots of the remaining kin disgusted the Mother and she hid herself and her Fractured away, choosing death over compromise of the values their Realms were built on.
Are some deeds not worth the cost, or do we just lack the stomach to follow through with them?