Aldric didn’t set out to be an adventurer. He spent twelve years as a soldier in the Imperial Guard before a misunderstanding involving a superior officer, a stolen horse, and a very flammable supply wagon brought his military career to an abrupt end.

He joined the Copper Piece Gang at the Tarnished Flagon mostly because the ale was bad everywhere else and at least these people looked like they could handle themselves in a fight. Fifteen years later he’s still not entirely sure why he stays — but he suspects it has something to do with not knowing what else he’d do with himself.

Aldric fights with a directness that borders on philosophy: the enemy is in front of you, your sword is in your hand, the rest is detail.