While technically an immigrant to Lüm, Aharhazan his lived there for longer than most natives. She was born in what is now the distant nation of Ubarab... about three thousand years ago. Of humble origin, she rose up to the position of one of her queen's most trusted and respected servants, and when she died she was brought back as an undead mummy to continue to serve her state. Over the years, of course, things changed in her homeland to the point her state no longer really existed to serve, but Aharhazan persisted, watching developments, keeping careful records, helping out when she could in subtle ways, but mostly keeping out of the way. Things changed when a party of Djarvish archæologist-adventurers looted the complex that was Aharhazan's lair, and among the haul they carried away was Aharhazan's sarcophagus—with Aharhazan inside.

Aharhazan did flee her unwitting captors' clutches, but not until she and the sarcophagus had arrived in Lüm. Though naturally angry with the ransacking of her home, she had no plans to take immediate revenge, instead looking for a place to lie low for a while. She found an Ubarabi family in Nungunny who she convinced to take her in, and she has stayed there since. For the last few centuries, Aharazan has acted as something of a grandmother figure to the Zur family, and to a lesser extent to the people of Nungunny in general, most of whom call her "Hari". The people of the neighborhood are fully aware that she is undead—she has made no attempt to hide it—but she has sufficiently proven her benevolence and wisdom to become an accepted and revered part of the community. Now she resides among her adopted family and helps out the people of Nungunny with her counsel and her powers. She does occasionally consider whether perhaps she ought to return to Ubarab and resume her vigil there... but at least for now, she thinks, she's earned a bit of a vacation.

Aharhazan is a long-limbed woman with skin that was once medium brown but is now pale and translucent, stretched tightly over her ancient bones. She has a birdlike face, with large-lobed ears, her features in some ways exaggerated by the desiccation of her flesh. Aharazan's voice is raspy and hollow but still retains some warmth, and she is fond of reinforcing her advice with old aphorisms, even if those aphorisms are so old that nobody else knows them and she has to explain what they mean. Although it's very different from the ceremonial robes she once wore, now Aharazan's favorite costumes are light beige dresses with metallic beadwork.