Not all who have torn their hearts away in the Blackthorn Grove survive their adventures. Some fall in battle, dying before their quests have been completed. For many, this is the end, but for some, it offers a new beginning. Each bloodless wanderer is the blackthorn heart of one of these fallen heroes, whose ambitions and desires were never fulfilled. The heart tears itself from the chest of the fallen adventurer, seeking still to fulfill its quest. They are intelligent and possessed of clear purpose, but cannot speak or write. Many construct masks of wood and decorate them to be reminiscent of the person who they once lived within. All of them require blood to continue to survive, and will feast upon the fallen, drinking deeply of their still-fresh fluids.   As companions, they are wise and insightful, possessed of much of the experiences of their former owners. They are often referred to as spirits of the dead, though this is not technically correct. They are plants, living and come to life once more. They desire little more than to find new companions who can assist them on their lifelong quest, but are patient and capable of understanding the bigger picture when required. The one thing that will cause a wanderer to attempt disobedience is the sight of their killer. If a bloodless wanderer is placed within a corpse, it can animate the body to act and move, but it will still lack the ability to communicate beyond gestures and cryptic behavior.