Elder Wiroll

Skin like bark, hair like moss, a voice that sounds as if it comes from somewhere behind him. Has not left the Greenwarden in seventy years. Speaks to trees and, the Waheli insist, is answered. Keeps the Venei's Throat massacre's shields nailed up and would nail up more. Loves every living thing in the forest and nothing outside it. Serene, absolute, alien.

Ties

• Viwal Stainhand — Viwal argues for the Reaping in his Circle
• Maesra of the Edge — the Circle would call her curiosity sickness