Late one cycle a stunty drow with a large scythe slung over his back can be seen ushering a small herd of rothe through Edonil and out toward the cities main flock of bovine creatures. He keeps his gaze on the ground and seems to refuse to make eye contact with anyone, should he be approached he babbles about the lintharess requiring his rothe herd, adding any recognisable titles. Any who might remember the ultrinnan's melee magthere might recognise him as Kel'afien, the less than sane rothe herder and close ally of the now deceased Viz'aun.

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