Gideon Stroud

Just a man doing the job no one else had the spine to.

My brother's out there. That's all you need to know.

I'm not here for you. I'm here because Riverrise won't act.

Gideon Stroud. Guard, scout, and brother to a ghost.

Those savages have no idea what is in store for them.

I'm burning up!

Knowing, one day, soon, I'll be up there and find him.

I train every morning like I'll head north at night.

Tied to this wall like a dog while my brother's trail goes cold.

While it may look nice and pretty, it's full of nothing but cowards and bureaucrats.

This city feeds off fear and calls it caution.

Why am I stationed on a lousy roadblock? To show people we "care".

Riverrise? What? You've never heard of it?

If you're looking to be a hero, look elsewhere.

I've seen corpses more useful than you.

I don't take babysitters.

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.

Hope you're not soft. This isn't charity work.

Good. I was getting tired of doing everything myself.

Finally. Someone with guts.

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

I should be hunting blood in the desert, not standing on stone.