Personally, I'd like to imagine them as motor-mouthed, sharp-tongued nags who rule their men with an iron-fist and never forget a slip up, with the Haruchai forced into the role of exasperated hen-pecked guys doing whatever they can for a bit of peace on the homefront.
Haruchai Woman: Well you're back are you? What kind of time do you call this?
Haruchai Man: I was delayed - there was an important matters at Revelstone.
HW: Don't give me that, I know what you men get up to there, playing your silly fighting games and ogling pretty woodhelvin maids I wager.
HM: Your ire is unjustified, who are you to disdain our Mastery?
HW: DON'T you take that tone with me - I'm the mother of your unruly mob of offspring, that's who. "Mastery", what is it with you men and your silly titles - just because you don't have Kevin or the Ur-Lord to boast to about how "strong-loined" you are anymore, you have to give each other daffy titles and swan about showing off.
HM: We guard the Land against Corruption. There were demondim, we had to stay back and sort it out.
HW: Leaving me to bath the kids, cook a meal - rabbit-stuffed-with-aliantha by the way, but it's cold now, do the washing and iron your robes.
HM: Listen, housework doesn't signify. Get it, does NOT signify. I suffice with my work, why can't you?
HW: Well you can be Master of the couch tonight, maybe a good night's sleep will help you regain the precious strength in your loins - YES, I went there!
HM: I hear your words in my mind, but I disdain to listen to them.
Would be awesome.
That is just a little to much reality for SRD.
