Nothing under the trees hurries, so neither do they. They are the oldest Murkmares and the most patient, and they will wait a week for one sleeper to roll over.
Morning sign
Creases on your cheek. They press bark to your face all night, and the pattern stays until lunch.
Custom
They never take their hats off, so moss grows on the brims. The mossiest hat leads.
Home
Under tree roots.
Drink
Dew from a toadstool, with a beetle.
