* Winter 10: We call upon the Aged Bones, who commands her armies of death even in her own slumber. By her name shall we demand respect from these corpses and pass unmolested.* Winter 5: We call upon the Aged Bones, who separates the spirit from decrepitude. Their spirits shall be shunted from this world that we may hopefully pass in silence.* Winter 1: We call upon theAged Bones, who demands respect from even the Dead. Even with our booming voices and confident strides, the Aged Bones may not lend her aid. We must tread carefully.