The degenerate Ettin hill clans have been known to hang these small craven charms in the dismal northern woods, warding away those who would trespass on the Ettins' miserable existence. Each is an embodiment of the unholy curse that afflicts the very souls of the Ettins. Those foolish enough to carry one with them for any length of time find their senses sharpened - until they lose control and the curse consumes them too.