The Drowned Lord-Stag's Bones

The salt-cured skeleton of a great stag on the southern edge of the flats — it smelled the water it could never reach and died walking toward it.

On the flats' southern lip where the land tilts toward the Mirrenmere, the bones of a massive stag lie preserved in salt, its neck stretched toward the south as if still searching. The Reshi read it as an omen of thirst's inevitable victory; the Ashen Temple reads it as the parable of the lying water made bone. Whatever it was in life, it outlasted the flesh perfectly.