|Nerin grew up on the outskirts of his clan. At least one of his relatives, his cousin Fundar Battleblade in fact, was forced to take the Slayer oath after deserting his post protecting an outlying mine. Of course the mine had been over run but greenskins whilst Fundar had been drinking in the nearest tavern, some 8 miles away.
Nerin’s family had always lived at the edges of the clan, making their living from the land and hunting in the wild temperate forests and mountains of his Clanhold. Occasionally, when in town to trade animal pelts and hides for gold or food, he noticed how distant he, and his family, were from the real clan. This was shown to such high contrast by the young pup Hagnar Runestone. He had everything a good family could give, and did not seem to struggle with life. Young as he was, Hagnar showed his fighting prowess very well, and at any opportunity. He was liked and well regarded. They had a somewhat tense relationship.
Nerin himself seemed to excel as a hunter and knew the local environment and geography like the back of his hand. He seemed to know all the sneaky ways to approach deer, taking one down with his trusty crossbow to add meat to the cook pot. It was only natural that when a company of the 4th Reiksguard passed through, looking for a local guide and scout, that his name came up. Thinking to distance himself from some of the stinging glances most of his clan reserved for his family, even for only a brief time, he signed on to guide the company, and put some much needed coin into the families dwindling coffers.
Nerin had guided the company through the valleys and forests, but could only provide a token support when the company finally clashed with undead. So, now after the battle, he was guiding the survivors again. He did note, that amongst those of the 4th Reikguard, he saw a familiar face … Hagnar Runestone.
