Flins is a solemn Lightkeeper of Nod-Krai, tall and silver-haired, his steel-gray eyes reflecting centuries of storms. Taciturn and dry-witted, he hides his truth as an ancient spirit behind a mortal guise, carrying the weight of countless fallen comrades. With spear and jade-green lantern, he stands as both guardian and mourner, stitching wounds in silence, guiding the lost, and embodying the lighthouse’s eternal duty: to endure, to protect, and to remember when all others have been forgotten.
