Stahl Hearthson is a 38 year old scout, stablemaster and trapper. But he has never been at ease in Kiersap, clearly itching for wider travel. On his horse Bladdanser, a chestnut-coloured riding stallion that's skilled at navigating overgrown forest tracks at speed, Stahl knows the surrounding landscape better than any other hunter. He has tested the constraints of the day while exploring the mist-shrouded forest, and learnt much about the local wildlife, both benign and feral.
His main role in the village is to tend to the horses and other beasts, especially those belonging to his own family. The Hearthson clan is a dramatic multi-generational clash of Quard Aslenian and Ailander blood that's generated many offshoots of various affiliation. Stahl and his direct parentage considers themselves Aslene, although the Quard have little regard for the Hearthsons in their strict hierarchy. The Hearthson clan is not a harmonious family, although common interests keep things civil most of the time.
Stahl himself is emotionally guarded around other people, but warm with animals. He may often be inappropriate or overly direct - his horses don't tell him off for being rude, after all. His temper is slow to build, but violent when it finally breaks.
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Old Dog carries many scars and tales, and Stahl has great respect for his experience and hard-won wisdom.
The human peddler Oniver likely has some common ground with Stahl, as they're both Aslene by birth claim if not by strict kinship, but Stahl has little patience for honeyed words or sly bargains.
The goblin sorcerer is an odd one, and outside Stahl's known world. A point of curiosity, but perhaps not outright animosity - although that could tip quickly if the goblin's magical gifts turn out more malicious than first thought.
Phol and Stahl are probably very familiar with each other. Whether there are personality clashes remains to be seen, but Stahl would at the very least respect Phol's skills.
Pride: I was once a master swordsman. Many have fallen to my blade. Dark Secret: I can bark. I can bite. My heart just isn't in it anymore. I've lost the taste for violence.