Soul Count: 2

Salt: The weirdly nicknamed leader of a small group of bandits that reside around lake Giovi.
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The night lay still in the crisp, cold air. My men didn't have to worry though, simply because they were near the fire. I lay against a lone tree, staring at the fire from a distance not too far, but would never be considered close. Luckily for our group, the Ninja tribe have been removed from the area by some random Samurai clan. They are a powerful bunch, and used to be a problem for my men in the area, since they considered us trespassers. I used to lead almost 20 men. But due to the Ninja, only eight remain. All but two of them were Rogues, and we even controlled the "toll" of Riided forest. But my father died then by the hands of filthy nobles, and that unit was forced out by a Bau. Our only survivor of that attack is pretty old, and I come to him for wisdom from time to time. The two that weren't rogues were a bit quirky. One was a knight of Steelwater back in the day, and now he works for me. He wears a dark-blue overcloak, with black leather armor underneath. In his free time, he likes to sit on a box outside his tent with hood over his head. As for the other, he is a Paladin of Breaker, who "willingly" descided to help us in our cause... after imprisonment. If I remember correctly, his name is Satyre... He is my only unit who can use a spear, and it can be very useful at times. He is armored well, too. He wears chainmail, with heavy overplate on his shoulders and knees. He also has gauntlets, even having a light-blue jacket to cover the chest of his chainmail. As little as I let him know, he is a well asset. His hair is longer than most, and his ponytail that almost reaches his ass! Unfortunately, he is too good though, and my average Joe's get jealous often of him. Luckily, Mr. Bluecloak (He has not told me his name.) is pretty average, except for his unnatural agility.