
A mighty claw, a dripping maw. The menacing cleaver of the Arbearer, Bromius. Five sharpened spires glint in the pale Neath'uns light. Be they the teeth of Marrow's Bane? Or the claws of the great Omen Bear himself? Wield this weapon by the Arbearer's deal: to protect the old roots yet to heal- or to pick your teeth after good meal.