Some call call him the peasant knight, others the beggar sellsword. He? He calls himself Grein of Linden. It is not an honorable title, nor a declaration of noble blood. It is a mere statement to split one Grein from another by the name of their village. This roughneck man does not consider himself special, apart from the skill with his sword and decent smithing experience. He merely seeks to get a place in this world. Any proffession will do. Bloody, low stature or backbreaking, he shall choose to do it, as long as he keeps meeting fellow wayward souls.