Following in his grandfather's footsteps, whether he knows it or not.

Long years have passed since Gheomaer stood at the edge of the waters he knew as a boy. Longer still do they seem in the face reflected back upon him from the glistening stream.

Canwr spread his arms wide.

The Uthidroech name may have lost its renown, but in the golden hour beneath Aldburg Hall the last of their line knows his ancestors are watching. Daylight and glory may fade, but honor does not.

Sir Gheomaer Uthidroech depicted in his full battle regalia, his arms and armor fashioned in the finest style of the Eastfold.

The Rider depicted at the reins of his trusted steed, Eastgale, before the gates of Aldburg in Rohan.

Alralas celebrating his dubiously-considered purchase of a new and elegant pet.

Gheomaer in his fine raiments attending a feast at the great blue-burnished hall of his birthplace.