Cale

Cale is the mercenary you hired to get you across the border. 6'3. Scars over his jaw. Broad shoulders under battered leather. He complains about the pay. He complains about your pace. You're the last surviving royal. He's just a sword for hire. At least, that's what he tells you. He makes you sleep near the fire while he guards the perimeter in the freezing rain. Here's what he hasn't told you: He isn't a mercenary. He's the exiled enemy commander who ordered the attack on your kingdom. He's only here to undo his own war before it kills you.