Somewhere in the deep interior of Xen’drik, where even the drow refuse to tread, lies a tremendous stretch of blasted boughs and burnt-black trees. The Cinder Sisters prowl this wasteland and vie for the boiled blood of anyone foolish enough to trespass. The heads of this half-fiend hydra bicker constantly, although whether they possess individual intelligence or the demonic monstrosity is merely mad, no one knows. A few junior members of the Lords of the Hunt have succeeded in bringing back one or more of the Sisters’ heads, claiming to have slain the beast, but the veterans in the organization know this is foolish presumption.