The one who had gifted the goats the understanding of human language. He is the true Father of Goats, not the Hermit. He is also the one translating the Gargen language all this time.
But..... Who exactly is he? Why is he the Wind, and why is he different from the other winds in this world?
The Wind had already anticipated their questions about his identity. He moved in a swish, as he always does during his howling laughter that could cause large oak trees to fall down, and boulders to break apart from the mountain's facade and cause a landslide. But it was warm and menial, he doesn't really mean any harm by it, only delighted.
"It feels exhilarating to be finally talking to you in this favored form of mine." He said, his voice just as incomprehensible as the Fairy King or Queen, Mandrien. But it is not something deliberate, Mandrien uses their voice to be elusive.
