Squallset

Nobody knows how Squallset makes such accurate predictions on the weather and the natural world a year before they happen. Even Water-flight oracles are stumped by it. For his part, Squallset just tells them that he's got an antenna tuned to Mother Nature's heart, and continues to write his almanac. Farmers swear by it, even when everyone else has different predictions.

Squallset walks between the golden rows of the bountiful harvest, smiling to himself at the beautifully ripe grain. The Clan would eat well this year. And, if he got his way, every year after this one. The simple serenity of growing things uplifted his soul in a way almost nothing else could.