The silent spirit of ice and mists, Chromf is Keehar’s most careful relict dragon. He is said to habitate the peaks of the Golden Spine, hiding in the snowstorms, and seeing him is considered great luck among the dragons.
Chromf is a weather-whisperer: it is said that he orchestrates blizzards and
hails, and on a quiet summer night he clears the sky of clouds to let Archive gaze at the stars. On a Halving Winter night he leaves the mountains to greet the dragons in the Great Archive hall. His wings of ice faintly chiming as he flies high above the revelers, sending swirls of snowflakes that shine in the lights. Having made this brief appearance, Chromf returns to his solitude, a quiet wonder of Keehar’s storms.