It was some of the bodies that made me stall. Causing both Merlin and Arthur to give me questioning eyes. Of the bodies near the treeline, they were covered in tattoos. Those of the very same coven that I had visited in my travels before the fateful day of meeting Fylaneiros. Most of those that littered the ground were of the Brathadairean, their main defenders and hunters. The further we went up into the treeline, the rest of the coven appeared on the ground. Less tattoos, as most of them were saved for the Brathadairean. All of their shaved heads showed a small tattoo on the back of their head. 