A nervous-seeming elderly tailor and dressmaker in the town of Orlane.
Myron is a wispy fellow with a long beak of a nose and small, circular, gold-rimmed glasses that sit on the end of his nose. He has a high and reedy voice and speaks in short, clipped sentences with few wasted words.
Myron is a relative newcomer to Orlane, having only arrived some fifteen years ago. In that time, he’s become known as a recalcitrant bachelor, with seemingly no interest in taking a wife. He used to spend much of his time traveling between Orlane and Sodor to get new fabrics and study techniques at the guild hall. More recently he has been in a kind of self-imposed house arrest as a result of the recent troubles in town.