Beornræd Fairchilde

Second son of a wainwright, his first armour was a wagon-wheel tower shield and a pole arm fashioned from a broken falling tongue. Like his brother, he learned by watching others in combat then practising in the field after chores. With no formal instruction in adulthood, he remains to this day a keen student. Observation, replication, observation, alteration, repeat. Never boastful about his abilities and never hesitant to share what he’s learned with others, he’s about the best friend and party member one could wish for.