Out of the mist came a small ship, or rather, a large boat. The oars creaking, it came alongside the jetty and a smallish man stepped ashore. The crew made the boat fast, moving in a sure and practiced way. "Please show me to the guard captain" he asked the harbor hand that was approaching. "I hear there is a battle brewing and I would be sorry to be left out of it." "And by the way, my friend, perhaps you may know who'd be interested in a perfectly good bargain for a shipload of goat salami? It seems I am in need of coins."
Torsten of Horssten is pledging for Mitgardia.
Also known as Torsten the short. Gentle of spirit but quick to anger. He is leading a squad of Horsstenian heavy guards and works as a one man embassy and trade master of the house of Horssten. Horssten is a small island of the coast. When seeking combat he is accompanied by his friend and mentor, the water priest Herrick, a renowned field cleric and healer. Blessings anyone? Elementals to quench? Coming right up!
Going for the Wither Woods