"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible. Heh, I bet you do too, buddy."

A young mercenary that wanders from job to job, in hopes of earning enough emeralds to feed himself another day. He wears a padded gambeson that used to be white, at one point in time, but now dirt, dust and mud have worked its way into it and stained it brown. His right sleeve is a dark red color, the original having been torn to shreds, presumably in some sort of battle, and was replaced with a mismatched material, however skillfully sewn on. Though his young age often leads to inexperience, he is undoubtedly skilled with the blade, and he even claims to have fought off a pillager raid singlehandedly.

He secretly hopes to one day put the mercenary life behind him, and bring together a group of highly skilled and well trusted individuals, in the same way a mythical king was rumored to lead a group of knights who convened around a round table, and bring the fight to the invading illagers who wrought chaos upon the land.