You were your thane’s man. You defended his honor—and did the dirty work a lord shouldn’t have to do. He relied on you for the toughest jobs and you never let him down.
Until you did.
An alleged “sorcerer” led a gang of bandits. They ambushed your caravan and took your thane for ransom. Even terribly wounded you fought on, but to no avail. All went black.
When you came to, a woman named Hild and her companions had bandaged injuries you were sure had been mortal.
Miraculously, most were gone and your new friends vowed to help you rescue your lord.
He was dead by the time you got there, the victim of a botched attempt to flee. But Hild and her friends helped you find vengeance. Now homeless, you wander with this strange menagerie—a Celtic witch woman, a fat priest, a bumbling scholar, and Hild, who carries a strange and deadly relic she calls a Peacemaker. Though you grouse about their supposed purpose—wandering about the countryside helping the common folk—you secretly find it rewarding.
You speak Saxon, Dane, and English.