Hawthorn

An eccentric old magic-user, the prime of youth is far in Hawthorn's past, and the younger members in the clan who haven't had occasion to see him wielding his formidable lightning in battle often wonder what makes him worthy of his standing in the hierarchy.

For the most part, Hawthorn spends his days in the waxy rooms of his lair, a series of fae-style nests built onto the side of the great pit of the Wyrmwound, interconnected through tunnels maintained by magic. When he's not sleeping, he's scribbling down anything and everything he can remember learning about the arcane arts over the years, and is frequently updating the clan's library with his memoirs.

Any in the clan curious about magic come to him sooner or later, and though his teaching methods are unorthodox and his lectures meandering, there's usually something of worth to be taken away from such visits.