The path known as Giantsfell Ravine is worthy of the name, containing as it does, the bones of the once feared, Donnach Man-Eater, his body pierced by colossal missiles of some long forgotten weapon. Time and moss have claimed his bones, but the hardy folk of the region still say his voice can be heard when the winds blow just right.
Travelers leave small offerings at his skull out of fear as they pass through, lest Donnachâs restless spirit one day rise with the hills that birthed him.