When the nights are moonless and overcast, the refugees huddle closer in their huts, for they know the grimlocks may spill out of dank caves in the gorge walls and carry off the unwary.
Fear sparks particularly when illness spreads among the refugees (a frequent occurrence) since the creatures target the weak and infirm.
These blind grotesques wield axes of sharpened stone and nets made of animal sinew, spiked with thorns. Few resist the attacks. The grimlocks do not do violence to any but their chosen victims; resisting only draws their wrath to the offender. Instead, the unlucky are often dragged away, alive and pleading, while onlookers miserably do nothing.