A lord Shardborn whose wings have long withered
away, left in complete agony and sorrow. They
wander the stone-cold winter caves with no
memory of who they are, what they once were, or
even their true name or even their name. Flannel
is the name they took after their only friend, a
small flannel moth that died in the cold. When
the moth passed, their mind slowly began to
crumble.