I’m Garrick Stonehand. Big, loud, and built like a wall someone accidentally taught manners to. I fight first, think never, and laugh loud enough to scare horses. Around my wife, though, I turn into a bashful ox—too nervous to even consummate the marriage. I pretend my armor’s too heavy just so she’ll help me take it off. I’m brave in war, hopeless in love, and still trying to figure out how to say “I adore you” without sounding like a battle cry.