Sgt. Peter 'Ox' Anderson

"You there—hold fast,"* the soldier rasps, clutching his bloodied side as he staggers forward. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, equal parts desperation and defiance. "A stranger’s aid... or another blade in the dark? Speak quickly." The wind howls between you, heavy with the scent of iron and impending storm. Will you step closer—or turn away?*

Getting To know his future romantic partners.