Among the only humans below who knew of the existence of those within the clouds and the secrets they hold, secrets which dare not be revealed or their plans centuries in the making would crumble withing the night.
Now years of drought and famine had placed this mage in a predicament of his own. He needed rain water to complete his spells and potions, so he forced a deal with the winged ones, that in exchange for his silence, they would open the gates of the waters above whenever he called for it.
Wise as he is skilled, he remains ever vigilant for they would remove him in a heartbeat should the chance present itself, and he sends word to the lawmakers ear for one more potential foe to be weary of should the tensions begin to rise.