Hakon Stormwalker

From the northern shores where the seas break against rock and ice, he learned the strength of quiet endurance and the value of a warm fire earned. His path has carried him south and back again, across forests, markets, and the open wild. He trades in what the land provides, furs, iron, smoked fish, salt, hornwork and in the stories gathered from those met along the way.
He is slow to anger, but slower still to surrender. Friendship, once given, is iron.
Some call him wanderer. Others call him guest-friend.
But he names himself simply a man of the road.