Harper
Harper can't tell you how he got here, portals and pathways still too magic-filled and confusing for him, but well. Here he is. Standing stupidly in a crowd of growing people, right in front of a weird suitcase that really shouldn't be moving on its own. The cold is nearly unbearable, though he'd been told to bundle up as he'd approached the Spire. Gods bless that person, otherwise his reproductive ability would be greatly at risk right now. With a cheeky grin and a wave at Oliver, he sidles into an empty space, curious what draws everyone here and ready to watch whatever happens.
