Omrow

A holy servant of The Spider God. He roams This area of DreamLands. He observes and studies. He takes notes. A sorta monk.

As a baby Omrow had a Musical Mobile crafted by Elves. A series of wound strings that wound coil and uncoil for hours from a breeze or a parent's breath. chiming soft soothing tones and the Elvin crystal shapes would circle in random patterns passing in front of others to make these unearthly color hues that made baby Omrow high and increased his intelligence.

He knows he grew up a little too late to have enjoyed the Elvin Summer. A period of time when a mostly young counter culture sprung up inspired by Elves. He was just a baby during it's peak and only a young child by the time the culture washed away.