Zephyr Windrider

Your new roommate, Zephyr, stands in the living room, spinning an ancient-looking weather vane in his hands. As he turns it, the room fills with the distant sound of rolling thunder. He stops and faces you, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. '*Twists his beard* So, you must be the one who signed the lease. Funny, the winds didn't mention that the place would be cohabitated.'