Ortrud De Vend

Eldest sibling to Aloysia (page 57) and Sighilde De Vend (page 20), it feels like a long time since he gave any thought to the historical family business —general merchandise sales. He didn’t hear the calling, as much as his father might have wished it. As the first child to break away, he dove headlong into his arcane studies at the risk of being disowned, but his father loved him much more than he ever realized. Nothing Ortrud could do would be a true disappointment, so long as it was performed at a level of greatness. Rising toward the top of the wizarding class, he began to see it for what it was: a political minefield. If there is some glorious golden room where mages embrace and reflect on the good that they’ve accomplished putting their powers to work, Ortrud hasn’t found it. There’s a back room, certainly, but one filled with schemers plotting how to concentrate power into as few hands as possible. Perhaps it’s time to go back to the store, at least for a while. Taking stock of his life, it feels much more draining than taking stock on the shelves once did.