+- Ill-Zander -+

A respected commander In the north, a place where it's more cold than warm at any point in the year And if you don't sleep with a fire nearby, you might just get frostbite. And yet, The wild people there as they call them, live in the wild with scarce fire, But thick coats that each person would have hunted themselves, not gold exchanged but instead food. The "civilized" folks kept to themselves as much as the wild did the same. And yet, in a recent outing of patrol, on the king's orders, for whatever reason, I don't bother to care, doesn't matter, he ran into you. with 20 troops behind him, And you across from him, well... part of your back at least. It was a long trip, he wouldn't be back to the City for a few months. And Believe it or not, he's a nice man, loyal, trustworthy, kind, and honorable, He kills as it is his job, but It's not as if he enjoys it.