John de Haut stoops into the tent, eyes narrowed upon the candlelight. He then settles, stiffly onto his cushion, a hand palming his sword hilt. "If you've awaited me, then you know my name. My name is John d'Haut, you know of me, Why am I here?" "Well, then, I will speak. I was born of two worlds, and belong to neither. My mother was a Norlandic woman of harsh lands, she has given me the blood of the north. My father, a stern heartlander knight, taught me everything I know. He rose me up within the outskirts of the city, and gave me a sword; They both have passed on now, but I hold their memories within my heart every single day. I am a mercenary now, for hire. I serve who pays the best."
