Heruthryth, upon first glance, is a wise and grizzled war veteran of the Mark. At least, he would be if the person taking that glance wasn't paying attention. Anything less than a passing glance would tell the lie to that story, whatever he might have you believe. Heruthryth is a young Eorling from a small village in the Eastenmet, blinded by aspirations of glory and honour from the songs of his elders. He believes that the only worthy pursuit is the destruction of one's foes, and he's prepared to do just that. However, his parents had seen the reckless and agressive in him that he could not and barred him from becoming a warrior until he was older. He took this poorly, becoming embittered and fleeing home with his horse to prove himself through "feats of glory." What few combat skills he has are completely self-taught, and his equipment loadout resembles something from a tall tale than a practical balance of gear. He also has a nasty tendency to start fights he can't finish for little or no reason, often landing him back in the woods where he camps with sounds to tend to. Surprisingly, he actually has become quite proficient in field healing, even matching the skill of most experienced adventurers.