
The Unn family owe the Járnbjørn a life debt, as such for decades they have served the Lord's of Ironcrag. Astrid is the handmaiden for the women of the family whilst they travel. She's closest with Selja and acts as her eyes and ears throughout the Hold. Quiet, patient, and kind, Astrid keeps to herself and stays out of view in order to spare herself a similar level of abuse that the children of house Járnbjørn endure. ................................................................. | . | 
Serving under the same debt of life as his younger sister, Leif has taken his fathers place amongst the Járnbjørn families guard, The Shieldbearers, and worked as a valet to the sons of the family when he was younger. Harboring affection for the youngest daughter, he grew up alongside her and taught her how to fight. Soleil's disappearance left what felt to be a hole in Leif's that seemed to only be filled with anger. At what, he is not quite sure. ................................................................. |

Close confidant to both Einarr and Elrik, Ragnar is fiercely protective of the Járnbjørn family, he went as far as to aid in teaching Soleil how to fight when she expressed a desire to be able to protect herself. He is the head of The Shieldbearers, and works alongside Elrik in his training to eventually take over the hold. He is the only one who can stand up to Einarr when he is one of his fits of anger without paying dire consequences, and often uses this to protect Lady Serene. ................................................................. | . | 
T O R S T E N . A E L F W I N Torsten is a rare breed among the King’s Guard, unyielding in duty yet disarmingly human in the quiet moments between. His humor ran dry as old parchment. He never pried, never pressed, never angled for secrets; he simply appeared at one’s shoulder with a low murmur or a sly, sideways quip that landed sharper than any blade. In a court full of watchers, Torsten was the anomaly, present without intruding, loyal without suffocating, and perceptive enough to know when silence was the truest kindness he could offer. ................................................................. |

A T H A N A S I U S . M E R C Y Athanasius walks the Valley like a steady flame, gentle, dutiful, beloved. He tends the sick with bare hands, speaks with a calm that softens tempers, and offers counsel that seems carved from quiet wisdom. To most, he was the rare kind of priest whose compassion felt effortless, whose faith wrapped the community in warmth. Yet faint rumors clung to him like dust in a sunbeam. Some whispered his convictions cut deeper than his smile suggested, that his followers obeyed with an unsettling fervor. Others noted how those who challenged him drifted from public view, though such talk vanishes beneath his serene, kind gaze. He is the Keeper of Faith, for none are as faithful than Athanasius. ................................................................. | . | 
C A S S I A N . G O D D A R D Cassian stands as the Valley’s quiet pillar, a High Magistrate carved from principle yet softened by an instinctive gentleness. He upholds ancient law with the same care one might use to cradle a fragile relic, weighing each verdict with a reverence for truth rather than pride. Though unwavering in duty, he carries no sharpness, only a steady compassion that made even the guilty feel seen. People seek him not just for justice, but for understanding; his presence alone softens fears. Children smile when he passes, elders rest easier knowing his judgment never bowed to power. In a world of shifting loyalties, Cassian remains beloved, fixed, fair, and quietly luminous. ................................................................. |

C Y R I L . G O D D A R D Cyril has a mind like a sharpened quill, elegant, precise, and capable of cutting far deeper than expected. Though named second to Cassian, he wears the role with a poised smile, the kind that never quite reached his restless eyes. Adopted into the Magistrate’s household after witnessing the ruin of his own family, he clung to Cassian with a mixture of fierce loyalty and something far more complicated. To the people, he is brilliant, a man who danced through legal texts, unearthing precedents others overlooked. Yet some whisper that he bends the law too smoothly, too cleverly, as if shaping it to fit a private design. And when his gaze lingers on the High Magistrate’s seat, where his adoptive brother sits, there is a hunger no kindness could soften. ................................................................. | . | 
Let's be honest, I'm sure I'll think of someone else eventually... ................................................................. |