Algernon the Tall
Algernon's two loves are readily apparent: magic and ale. It is not clear which he prefers. His Mage Hand has proven as much a member of The Party as anyone more corporeal, notably offering the paralysis poison for Roach to drink during their encounter in the depths of The Primeval Archive.
Is a mouth an entryway? Algernon on Arcane Lock
It's not long after we meet them, anyway. Algernon on the lifespan of a Grung
Matryoshka Tiny Huts
Facing the challenge of several days travel through The Fellgleam, The Party realized they'd need some way of protecting themselves at night. A recently empowered Algernon announced that he had mastered a spell called Leomund's Tiny Hut, which he claimed would last up to eight hours. However, remembering that nights were 10-12 hours long at this time of year, Algernon realized he could cast the spell a second time from within the safety of its first casting, as long as this new hut was ever-so-slightly smaller than the previous one.
Punctuating Algernon's self-satisfaction was a sense that some distant god of fate had just thrown his arms up in exasperation. It was as though some ineffable plans for the party's immediate future were, in a moment, shattered with utter disregard for the god's wasted efforts.
It's Real Gold (for the next hour)
In his first meeting with King Cyrus--ostensibly serving as a bodyguard to Johann VonGruppen--Algernon conjured a chunk of gold with which to pay the sovereign for some Threads of the Old Weave. This appeased Cyrus and earned the group an invitation back when they had "the rest of their gold." This, Cyrus said, they could trade for the more powerful items that he claimed to possess. Sadly, the gold would not last longer than an hour, and Cyrus's discovery of the trick resulted in some violent pursuit of The Party.