The basic “footsoldier” of the Lesaffemes, typically desperate folk with nowhere to go, they’ve become the backbone of most Lesaffemes warbands. Often, starving, mad individuals that attack in large numbers. They have yet to really prove themselves in the eyes of their more well off counterparts. For newer Wretch that appear relatively sane, they are given the task of stopping caravans without shaking violently or twitching upon speaking to another being, thus making them a worthwhile ambusher for those that have a pair of eyes.

Often stained in mud and blood, the unforgiving forest has hardened even the lowest of the Lesaffemes into ruthless survivalists. Carrying various "trinkets" from the aftermath of their many meals, from dried severed fingers and ears, to entire humanoid skulls. The Wretch are typically responsible for setting up traps and scouting out dangerous areas within Halcyr whilst also serving as the de facto bait for whatever spots them first, regardless of the outcome these folk have been driven mad by the whispers of the woods, attacking anything or anyone not apart of their warband.