Alweard keeps his past close to his chest. An enigma among The Oathsworn, his boyish appearance belies a steely, hardened gaze only earned through years spent in a constant state of war. He does not hesitate to reveal that he has sworn no oaths to Lord Thorvall, riding with his present company upon the request of Haneth. While his voice is soft, his spear-arm is quick; he steps swiftly and silently, smile lingering whether he is a welcome guest or an unwelcome nuisance. As a man of letters, he is eccentric among the Eorlingas, but he claims that his literacy is of great use to any man of the Mark.
Rumors in the Westfold and Folde alike insinuate that he served long under the Second Marshal, a strategist and scout in his service. For years, he has claimed no hearth nor father, letting his new companions address him without titles and epithets. Any past honors or glories he might have are not the subjects of song; though in some villages near the Isen's edge, his name is heard in the evenings, amid the flickerings of the torchfire.
As few as possible.
Stories around the fire, reading, his homeland, riddles and games of wits
Little if rumor is to be believed.
To serve the Mark and his people by any means.