Reeven
A mercenary without a banner, he roams the harsh lands of Gor, where the wind carries as much dust as it does rumors of war. His name matters little — only his steady hand, his cold gaze, and the steel at his side truly count.
Neither hero nor brigand, he sells his sword to the highest bidder, for a season or a single battle — sometimes less. He is seen on the outskirts of fortified cities, in the shadows of taverns, or along the edges of merchant caravans seeking protection. He listens more than he speaks, measuring men and weighing risks.
The companies know how to recognize such a man: disciplined, loyal as long as the coin keeps coming, and dangerous when he stops smiling.
He seeks neither glory nor roots. Only contracts, blood paid at a fair price… and perhaps, somewhere in these hostile lands, a reason to stay a little longer than planned. The call of a Homestone ?