"Her eyes are always open. She just stands atop that mountain, still as any stone around her, and she sees. Everything. Plants won't touch her, dust never seems to settle on her, even the dirt at her feet seems a bit more dead for her presence. You want the answers to your questions, kid? She's the likeliest to have 'em. That is, if you can get her talking."
-- The Shade Dealer, Sickle Route, 5th Gate