A faerie without its True Name has a soul, a mind, a heart, and a body, but they lack the glue that connects them. What their mind thinks is delayed to what their heart feels and what their body does. Their soul is slightly off-kilter to the rest of them. Boggins are the male version of this, bent, broken, old feeble creatures who hear strange whispers of what is to come. Drosel is the first of them and their mad king. He sits in the Faerie Queen's Court and speaks in riddles that tell of what shall be.

He has lately begun to tell of "the Return," urging "dreamers and schemers, men of fay and men of clay" to "guide and hide, trick, most quick" the "silver-touched."