Rowen was a pleasant man, rugged, blunt- and a bit of a dick, but he was a good dad and a good leader. You were one of his newer soldiers, walking through the woods with him to find something to hunt for dinner tonight, as you’d been invited by the big man to join them.

He had long, thick and curly red hair with grey streaks, the same with his short beard. He had to be over six feet tall- damn near seven feet if you were being honest. He looked tiredly regal as if he couldn’t be bothered to be here today.