The garment has no defined edges, like a wrapping cover, but someone fitted onto it a dozen crude metal hooking fasteners. When properly draped over one's outer clothing, the fasteners provide a weathertight overlap. Ethereal and mist-like, the shroud's almost non-color nonetheless reflects a vibrant white not unlike the snow and ice it protects against.
It may well have been plundered from a grave, but the material seems new: spotless and utterly devoid of wrinkles. Why anyone would want to protect the dead from the cold is a valid question. It will find better use amongst the living.
