Séverin Alarcón, 26

I will keep this short; I am better with a blade than a pen. I came south out of the birch courts some years ago and I have not gone back, and I would rather not be asked why — I will not lie to you, but I would rather not say. I hire out as a guard: caravan roads, mountain passes, doorways that need watching through the night. I keep my word, I do not drink much, and I am quiet company if quiet is what you want; if you would rather have someone to talk to, I can do that too, in my own slow way. I am not good at staying in one place yet. If that troubles you, I understand.

— Séverin Alarcón

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