Beware the lords of the sky, in the wastelands even the would-be dragons give them a wide berth
Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith
Behold, the Harbinger of ill-tidings, the blizzard rider, the thief of winter, the Stamagast.
Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless
Stone peckers, foul-tempered beasts, better suited for cooking and mattresses than being allowed to breed
Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith