#garcanon

“As far as friends go, Léofa is, at one and the same time, the best and the worst. On the one hand, he’s been the only thing that’s stayed the same since my father died, and he’s never even considered sticking a knife in my back: I can tell. On the other hand, he’s never had any qualms about stealing from me, especially when it concerns those who I’d been considering for more romantic attachment, rather than sexual…turns out, Léofa always got in first and stole their heart, as well as their virtue and sundry other trinkets. I swear, the next time he tries it, cradle-mate or no, I’ll gut him.”

“We were pretty close when we were small, but then his family fell on hard times and…that didn’t suit Father at all. Next time I saw him after that, he saved my life on the field. He’s never always been accepting of my main source of income, but equally, I just don’t think he cares. One good thing about always being…out of the action, is that I’ve never seen the horrors that he’s seen: it’s changed him – it’s a different man that looks back at me now, compared with 30 years ago.”

“Wulfson? All whimper and no bite, most o’ the time – he prefers to sit back and let other people, usually that Hallam of his, find work for him, seeing as he just don’t wanna be here. Can’t be too bitter though – he’s saved my bacon more’n a few times with that healing know-how of his. More fool him.”

“When Hal brought the little Viper into the Seven Arms in the first place, I thought he was mad. Not only was it another mouth to feed, but the eyes – that boy’s dangerous, we could both see that. Problem is, Hal seems to think he can change him, or failing that, train him to direct it elsewhere. He doesn’t have many bad ideas, but this is one of his worst. If we put a sword in that boy’s hand, we’ll be dead as soon as our backs are turned. And what scares me more than that is that I can’t tell if Hal just can’t see it, or if he just doesn’t care anymore.”

"I had three older sisters. When my father died, we all went our separate ways: Heruwyn took to the streets – the simple lass became a simple whore; Gléowyn was always a little more…adventurous – she became a whore in a general sense, but she had the wit to seduce one of the richest lords in Gondor…she lived with him at his manse in Pelargir for a time; and Léofwyn…the little darling married a normal market trader, and had a normal market life. They’re all dead now. The line of Wulf only has one more hope – a broken old sot with an ugly mug and a racking cough that just won’t go away."

Gárulf can be seen to be quite highly educated for a sellsword – he learned the healing arts at his father’s knee, and he had started an apprenticeship of his own before his father died in the consumption epidemic of TA 2929. He hides his intelligence reasonably well, to fit in with the other sellswords, who often have no other training. He can speak and read Westron and limited Adunaic and Khuzdul.