Vinder Mol
Vinder Mol sprang to life when vegetation overtook an abandoned statue of the nomad king. No true wanderer could spend eternity trapped in stone robbed of the chance to roam. He called to the life energy of the forest. Endless vines, leaves, branches, insects, and fauna fused together with the king’s soul to take form and fly. Nomads listen for the whistling of the breeze through Vinder Mol’s wings before making camp. If he is close, travelers know they can rest easy. No harm will come to them or theirs on that good night.
