Known for raising the finest horses in his village, Sten’s life is split between blood and soil: one hand on the reins, the other on an axe. He doesn’t speak unless it matters, but when he does, his words carry weight, warmth, and conviction.

There’s a quiet depth to him, a steadiness that draws the weary and the wild alike. He’s kind to animals, protective of his kin, and slow to anger — but when that fire is lit, he burns hot and without mercy. Beneath the scarred hands and broad shoulders is a man who feels deeply, though he rarely shows it. He laughs quietly, loves fiercely, and dreams of peace in a world that rarely offers it.