The fallen nation of Llael holds many of these ghostly gunmen, known to haunt lonely crossroads awaiting the chance to snatch life from any who carry a pistol. Their connection to the abyss is deep, and those who somehow survive the first shot from a Lady Wraith find themselves slowed by the chill of the grave. Their reactions slow, and they can only watch in horror as the wraith grins and cocks the hammer back with the inevitability of death.