Tormsen, son of Torwald
(Semi) retired smuggler, now earning coin as a scout and guide.
Slightly past his prime.
Wherever his head is laid.
There are a few.
His father and mother have long since passed on. There is a distant cousin, seldom spoken of.
Those who would threaten the peace and safety of his homeland and its people.
Solitude, the open road, the sound of coin in his purse, well-brewed mead, songs and tales by the fire, sleeping in a real bed now and again.
Wet stockings, irksome traveling companions, broken wagons, swindlers, Time and the toll it takes on a man.
His own comfort, to make an honest living.