Tristan the Ranch Hand
Zennonaize Ranch Hand
Tristan has been minding cattle in the eastern Malpighien Steppes for the past four decades. And while his bones ache more with each passing winter, what else would he do? His sons has long since left home, signing on to the cavalry. Did they make him proud? Who knows. They never returned. Not that he ever went back home after his own service all those winters ago. And his daughter, why she ran off and got married to some apprentice glazier of all things. What kind of a skill was that? Making windows? Anyway she left winters ago too, right before his wife went to the marked in Paaz and never came back. Oh, there are plenty of rumors that she's living the master glazer but old Tristan isn't one to hold a grudge. Besides, he couldn't stand her cooking anyway. The woman had an obsession with turnips. No, now he goes about his day, tending his own flock of sheep instead of working for one minor lord or another, eating whatever he likes - beans and mutton if he has the coin, greens and turnips if times are lean. Whatever the meal is, washing it down with a cups of whiskey sure eases the ache in his bones and helps him sleep at night.
Current Location
Species
Age
Early Sixties
Birthplace
Children
Sex
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Gray, Thin and Cut Short
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dirty and Weathered
Height
5 ft. 8 in.
Weight
140 lb.
Belief/Deity
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