Phaedros

=General= Phaedros is a very old bull, clearly evident by ragged grey fur clinging in patches to his white hide. One horn is broken, and this he scratches at from time to time.

He speaks softly yet clearly, his voice seeming to carry upon the breeze to those listening. Phaedros' gait is slow, as if he had no particular place to be and all the time in Kalimdor to get there. His joints protest and plague him with twinges of pain, yet he rarely allows a grimace to reflect his discomfort.

The bull's eyes are clouded over as common with the near blind. Still, Phaedros can often be seen gazing off into the distance, perhaps seeing the landscape from memories long past.

Much of his time is spent visiting with his granddaughters in Thunder Bluff. The Wildmane's are widely respected for their attunement to nature, many of them following the druidic path. There are few who know Phaedros' full history, most having passed on decades ago. His longevity has put great strain on the bull, but the Earthmother still calls upon him for service.