The people who came to occupy the eastern shores learned from the survivors of Qirtaj that they absorbed into their own culture not to leave the dead in the sands of the desert. For the shades of those to whom no offerings were given to take them into the Underworld would linger, and those lingering among the dunes would be warped by that place. They yearn to bring their bones back to people who might lay them to rest, but they cannot affect the world as with hands. But long enough in the desert, and they may learn from it. Agonizingly, they howl a gust at the sands in which their marrow lies, rolling it dune by dune, carried as foam on the waves, over decades, back to their homeland. And when the bones arrive, so does the mad, twisted shade, a demon of sand and wind, its voice no longer able to make its final request. Instead, it can only shred skin with a scream. Instinct: to return its bones to civilization

• Terrify with a mounrful, tormented scream
• Summon a powerful gale with its howl