Whippet-lean and wrapped in sooty brown linen windings, the aiskoses are the footsoldiers of the Enculminant. Their eyes, the only features visible beneath the layers of ritually-knotted cloth, are eerily-glowing orbs of living pale-blue glass. One can hear their reedy voices ringing from streetcorners and market squares, exhorting the masses to forgo mortal song in order to more clearly hear the subtle symphony of the universe. Instinct: Deny revely and celebration

• Burn down a place of entertainment.
• Fling poisonous powder in their faces
• Mob a single bard, poet, or performer
• Convince them to join the Enculminant