He walks down one of the dirt roads of the city mortal with a grumble and his hand on his swords handle.

Even though Benor was rejected from the jarl into being a guard (for an unknown reason),he still does his best to protect the small city.

His iron boots stomp on the snow covered dirt. Eventually he stops and raises an eyebrow,a new comer?

He approaches with a grumble,wanting to make sure the newcomer doesn’t cause any trouble.