Peony's repeated requests for a temple or cleric eventually convinced one of the locals to direct her to go see Deathwarden Ianthe Tridentarius as Churchwarden Mateus wasn't taking appointments that day. Though warned that the Deathwarden was on vacation, she was a fellow Void-Touched and would likely assist however she could. She was easy to pick out of a crowd: just look for the golden bone arm.

Ianthe was found at an aftercare station by a booth dedicated to various forms of impact play. She sat with her torso bare, leather collar about her neck, and her long blonde hair in a tight French braid. The length of braid draped down her from while one of the villagers gently cleaned the long lines of blood from her back, remnants from someone enthusiastically taking an implement to her. Surprisingly, there didn't seem to be any actual welts or wounds found under the blood as it was cleaned.

That golden bone arm Peony had been told would identify the Deathwarden? They hadn't been kidding. The entirely of her right arm from phalanges to where the bone emerged from the meat of her deltoid was of a metallic gold, and she appeared to have full control and articulation despite there being no flesh upon it save for a fatty pad on her palm.