Neverwinter Forest spirit of the stairwell

As Goldhawk caught a reflection of his bonny, bonny self in a corner of river, he saw that the drizzle was making his golden fur a shade that looked more like sand. Huh. It reminded him oddly of Kyron, an old friend long-gone. He hadn't thought of Kyron for a while.

But he did now, and other fragments of the past too, as he padded through the darkening weather until — ah, puppies! He recognised them at once, but didn't know their names. How d'you do, little lords, said the bard in his chipper voice as he approached. Are you summoning us a storm?