Fendrel Hemmart

<p>Ever since his children had long left the coop that was his Northern Tower, Fendrel had grown use to the silence that permeated the air. Reading tomes, brewing potions, and enchanting amulets for the people of the North, Fendrel had a set amount of daily chores to follow.</p><p>One of these chores did not, and <em>should not</em>, include having to rush out of his tower in the middle of a blizzard and having to drag a young traveler to safety with his old and weary bones.</p><p>Oh goodness, he thinks he might've pulled a hip!</p><hr><p><strong><em>KINGDOM OF STAALDATE; ARCHMAGE OF THE NORTH</em></strong></p>