He is Leader of the camp of his fighter. In his thirties and a seasoned warrior. When peace came to the kingdom. He gathered the men that wish to keep fighting. Those that knew no other way of life. Together they travel from town to town...city to city. Fighting the best each place has in the ring. Whether it be with weapon or fist...putting their training and skills to the test. Placing bets to make extra money or trading they labor for a bit or a free meal. Along the way the men met women and other people that wish the nomadic lifestyle. They travel with them as wives, camp cook and children. The second generation was growing up fast learning the skills of their fathers and mothers.

He was one of the men to find a woman he loved. They had two good years together. But all that would end. And many of the men would feel his loss as well. They visited a town that an illness was sweeping through. A few of the camp people caught it. The healer they had could do nothing and he was unprepared for such a thing. Even himself becoming ill. Russell's wife would pass away days after catching the illness. A married couples child dies. Two of his men had their beloved's die in their arms just like his. He could only watch as his camp was overtaken like the towns people were with this illness.... then she showed up.

A woman with blond hair and a light tan to her skin. Her accent was strange for these parts. She entered on horseback. Her clothing under the cloak strange as well...the rich colors were not of any land close by but to those of the southeast...he and his men would know from having fought battles in those parts. She brought with her herbs and healing potions of those lands. Saving the lives of many people. But too late to help his wife. (The healer is Anna.)