Withered Spotted

The bloated corpse of an adventurer washed up in the nets today, and the poor lass was neither dead nor alive. She was Withered, missing an arm and her wits. Morrison had to use his fishing spear to pierce her skull and put her out of her misery. It is odd, for Withered usually do not come this way. My instincts tell me this will not be the last Withered we will see, and that as more lost souls wash up on this island, more will be made into fetid and mindless husks.