Grinder

Exiled from his Homestone for crimes he didn't commit; his slave taken from him and thrown into the kennels, Grinder, once a proud Rarius of the City of Teletus, became a disgraced outlaw with no Caste. Some tavern keepers claim he passed through on his way north to his homeland of Torvaldsland. Other keepers say they were told he was wandering the southern cities, hiding amonst the low Castes. But regardless, if anyone ever actually spotted him and recognized his face, they would no doubt be in a Taveen at the time. He was a creature of habit. Drinking, fucking, and sometimes reading the Warrior Codes over a cup of black wine. At 652 years is simply a matter of time until he meets his fate, so he prays regulary to the Aesir that he will someday be granted justice for the wrongs done agasint him, and his honour restored, so he can once again be welcomed to take his place among his family line in the Halls of Valhalla where the brave shall live forever.