An ancient prince, buried in ice before his clan moved far away- Undrad may, perhaps, have not been quite as dead as he seemed.

He is slow, and he is fragile, with a head full of old-world sensibilities and threadbare scraps of memories that lack in the specifics. He is gracious and generous in all that he does- not at all the frightening beast that he may appear to be at first glance.

What might appear to be an ice dragon is, in fact, a child of Wind- his colouring and his layers of frost born not of nature, but earnest efforts of the clan's assorted magic-users to keep him well-preserved. He is gratuitously grateful for all the help he receives- which is just as well, for how much Undrad tends to need in accomplishing tasks that brittle frozen paws lack the dexterity for.

He has, nonetheless, become quite the fixture in this patchwork clan- well-liked and well-read, well-able to retell a good story and to provide a friend a frozen, but attentive ear.