Throwing shade in astral space
Talismonger, operates a shop downtown. Full street name Harrow. Contact of Benzine.
An elven expatriate from the southwestern NAN, his fast and loose style forced him out. Running a failing talisman shop in Seattle, he receives most of his goods from Koshari Talisleggers, with the help of the Ancients, or artificers from the street that more disciplined schools would overlook or disdain to use.
Early on he helped a young Benzine with his magic from time to time, introducing him to the Chaos tradition. He took a laissez faire approach to his education, with no lesson plans and just winging it from day to day. He ultimately let the troll guide and dictate the course of his learning which led to the initiate to more flashy spells like napalm. A more responsible elf would be chagrined about the path, but not Harry. He thought it was exciting.
Finn’s brusque and rude manners, not to mention his volatility, keep him at an arms length. In spite of all that he has a soft spot for what he sees as a kindred spirit as they’re both outcasts, and also a loyal customer. It was for both of those reasons that Harry gave Rev Finn’s contact when she was calling for help on Team Quattro’s first job at Lincoln Towing.
Was finally introduced to the team during the headhunting gig for The Van Casper Clinic where he sleazed his way to free drinks all night in true Harry fashion.
With all of his contacts drying up and his business still struggling, Harry has recently decided to start selling Deepweed. Like the chaos mage he is, he’s utilizing anything and everything he can.