When a Dry One feeds, the husks are discarded and left behind in its wake. Some of them get back up. Desiccated but still somehow mobile, animated entirely by an unquenchable thirst. Too mindless to use weapons, they can only paw at their targets - but their touch drains moisture from breath and skin, and the gods help you if they get to your blood. Instinct: to seek moisture

• Swarm and grasp
• Steal the body's water