On campaign; currently in Dunland
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. He speaks multiple languages with easy grace, but shows his skills little until they are needed. 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 who would be his friend. More recently, he has volunteered to keep records for his warband, recording the distribution of treasure and funds in Fréasburg.
Despite his current affiliations, he claims no lord save for the Second Marshal; if the rumors are true, he has spent long years as a strategist and scout in his commander's service. His old companions have known him to vanish from the battlefields for weeks or even months at a time, always on assignment. Since he was first seen riding alone, 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.
After the Oathsworn's journey across the Isen, he was presumed missing, having vanished in the heart of Dunland. He has returned to them mostly intact, but he speaks little of his brief captivity.
Why have rivals when one could have friends?
Stories around the fire, reading (odd as it is for a Rohir), his homeland, riddles and games of wits
Little if rumor is to be believed.
To serve the Mark and his people by any means.