Bunch of magi who hang out in Longsaddle.
The Harpells. What a bunch of weird and eccentric wizards. I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brothers and sisters have been great to me – being an orphaned dwarf and all – but I am glad that I had the privilege of studying under the guidance of Master Malchor. I owe my current skills to his steady personality, unending patience and his mastery of the magical arts. I consider myself indebted to Harpells. I will repay the kindness that they’ve shown by taking this abandoned dwarf under their roof.
My mother is meticulous, exacting, and vengeful in her role as head record keeper at the Ivy Mansion, so I’ve enjoyed a rather close relationship with the Harpells. Supposedly I’m a descendant of Bidderdoo Harpell but the only person who knows for sure is my mother, and boy she gets pissed if anyone asks her about it.
They’ve been accommodating and I’ve picked up a thing or two about magic from them, but some of the stuff they do scares me. I would not be surprised if the whole mansion, and everyone in it, just up and vanished one day.