Ingvar Fenrisson, born a child of conquest, orphaned and enslaved by war, never knew his parents, nor those families that raised him through adolescence. His earliest memories are of being found in the wilds, bloody, dagger in hand, a pack of wolves dead at his feet.
Taken in by brigands, Ingvar learned the ways of the warrior, pillaging his way into adulthood. Since then, he’s loved, he’s lost, he’s carrying the deep scars of life. When we next meet Ingvar, he’s thrown in with the Guard; ready for his next chapter in life.