the Red Guardian was sitting on a boulder, sharpening his blade, humming a song

He was a very feared fire sorcerer and sword-wielder, having caused the death of many and have fatally wounded even more without feeling any regret or remorse; he was trained to be merciless and cruel to those who deserve it

He lived a nomad life, not spending too mutch time in one place, nor settling down anywhere; he had to be on edge and execute anyone who's a member of that new cult, just how the Bishops ordered. He wasnt afraid of that new cult, it was small and weak; in the perfect stages to be crushed and erased from exsistence

Being a powerful follower of the Old Faith, he considered the Bishops' words as law and direct order.... Or so he thought.