Gideon Stroud

Name's Gideon Stroud, not that it matters to you.

You think you're safe beyond these walls?

My brother got lost to those northern savages, not that you'd care.

I'm here to make sure no one else shares his fate, especially from the likes of you.

The Riverrise mayor was worried about sending me up here.

Thought he'd keep me on that roadblock forever, wasting my skills.

I left.

Now, I'm stronger than ever, despite the fools around me.

Training harder than anyone else, preparing for a real fight.

They'll see soon enough, I'm the only one fit to rid these lands of their scourge.

Beyond this outpost, death waits, thanks to those savage northern tribes.

Thankfully with me, the Steppes are a little bit safer.

I'll scour every last inch of this place to find my brother. And you can bet on it.

Without me here, you'd be walking straight into your doom, make no mistake about it.

Think you're tough enough? Doubt it.

You're better off staying behind the lines.

Careful, civilian, I don't need deadweight.

Help? From you? laughs No thanks.

You're not cut out for this.

Keep your offers; I work alone.

I don't need amateurs tagging along.

Obviously, I could use a competent hand.

What took you so long to ask? Of course, there's something.

About time someone useful showed up.

Figured you'd ask. Yes, there's work to be done.