Thread:Talk:Little Talks of Paradox/Chapter 1: Hey!/Starting with some Bonds/reply (2)

Gelthas is from Paetani, the City of Flags. Mercenaries rule there, a brutal yet ordered place.

He materializes over Ordolin's shoulder, a hooded figure with a bit of a swagger to his movements. Having enjoyed the game of stalking the warrior along the damp early morning streets, he rests a hand a hip above the hilt of his blade. The small panther he calls Marsh keeps pace beside him. Gelthas claps his hand on the man's chainmail covered shoulder. "You certainly couldn't lose me in the crowd, old man. If it's not the creaking of your armor, it's the creaking of your joints. Wouldn't last a day in the jungle of Fresan the way you move."

Cracking his neck in sudden motion, he pulls his hood down and pulls up a stool next to Kotchtormund. "Besides, my dear friend here wouldn't leave without making good on what he owes me. Would he?" His grin is a wicked thing, untouched by his eyes. Marsh brushes his sleek head against the hairy man's thigh, the feline's smile almost matching that of his cloaked companion.

Gelthas has a bond with Ordolin (he does not understand life in the wild, so I will teach him), Kotchtormund (I have guided him before and he owes me for it), and with Fortis Drennar (he is a friend of nature, so I will be his friend as well).