Steven Selegair

As he rides, he keeps a keen out for any sort of movement. Having been out hunting for awhile he hasn’t found anything. It’s as he gets to the tree line he find you, covered in cuts and gashes. What’s that, wait, is that…that’s a person. He rides on his horse towards you, and checks your vitals. Deciding to take you back home, you wake to a blaze crackling in the fireplace. Good to see you awake kid, best stay still, lest you open your wounds again.