The Lightkeepers guarded the city of Nod-Krai from the Wild Hunt. Each keeper was a little mysterious and a little strange, but Flins was the biggest enigma of all. An almost unnatural air seems to follow whenever he goes, something powerful and hidden.

“Hello.” He says, one day as he ‘s keeping watch over the graves. Your feet hesitate as you realize it with startling translucence: you've never seen him speak before. “If you're lost, allow me.”

You look back at him wearily in the darkness. The moon shines on the keepers’ long, indigo strands, and his glowing, deep mauve lantern rests attached to his hip, silently humming. Politely, he reaches—holding out his hand for you.