 How is the Ryzga different from Var and Neena?
But its outward perils could not compare with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and conquer.... Var sensed her fear, and the love that had conquered it. Now, if her father and his kinsmen overtook them, it would be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the last days. While she waited he spun a dream, attaching it to the crags that loomed over the pass, and to the frozen ground underfoot. Var saw with some surprise that all the walls were sheathed in ice—warm to the touch, bound fast against melting by the Watcher's will. Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history briefly. The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she nestled by Var's side. Neena returned his gaze without flinching; then she looked sidelong at Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. There were tyrannies before the Ryzgas, there was lust for power, and atrocious cruelty; but such tyranny, power, and cruelty as theirs, had never been known. "Because of them we must build with dreams instead of iron, and our only fire is that of the Sun, and even now, two thousand years later, the Earth is still slowly recovering from the pangs and poison of that age. Var and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old man wove a dream around them, and the bright ice-cave faded from their vision, and they saw— Black starless night, a sky of rolling smoke above the greatest city that was ever built. Before them death waited around the citadel where the masters still fought. He was momentarily uncertain that he and she were real and here, such had been the force of the dream, a vision of such scope and reality as Var had never seen—no, lived through—before. "Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on Earth. "I have told you the story you know, and have shown you a glimpse of the old time, because I must make sure that you do not approach the mountain in ignorance. Yet it is a happy world, compared to that the Ryzgas made and will make again."
 He cannot spin dreams
 He ages backwards  He cannot spin dreams  He is immortal  He is a zombie