The norodrouve's role in the final infestations lasted a surprising decade and a half, placing it as one of the longest living of the walltown-confined strangers. With only a handful of scattered notes to infer its behaviour from, however, the sub-strain of the norodrole remains as mysterious now as it must have seemed at the time. While its high-up perches made it an occasional guiding beacon for those mesmerized many far below, its near-unreachability protected it from the sensitive killers who became increasingly bloodthirsty towards the infestations' multitude as a whole.
If a living norodrouve had survived the flood, and should it have reached the harvest-yard with all the other extruded strangers, its vivisectors would have found within its pearly floures an antidote to a number of modern and historical diseases, including many of those that plagued the antediluvian mattress camps. Indeed, there is some irony to the norodrole's concurrence with the very same typhoid strains that made soggy and bestouled the northernmost prisons.
Of note, as well, is the norodrouve's role in the cataclysm itself. With such a high vantage point, it would have been one of the last witnesses to the crimson waves (barring the aerial strains and their eventual crumple). Primary sources reveal that it did not break its composure even as the spires and bridges crumbled, and dissolved within seconds once its post hit the water.