This calm, cold water is often choked with rime, and is only too eager to freeze over the moment the summer months are done. From the tribes of the Petrified Wood, to the silent monoliths of the Southern Rachis Range, and all throughout the hills and spires of dread Asheido, City of the Dead, the lake reflects the careful balance of life and death as surely as its placid surface reflects the visage of those who peer into it.