Bald and well-muscled, with streaks of grey in his beard.
Gregor was granted his Steadholt after his excellent service in the legions. Since then, he has built it into a prosperous, if small community. He cares about his people, and works hard to keep them safe. He’s fair but distant. He smiles occasionally, but no one has heard him laugh in the 10 years since his wife and first child died in child-birth. Their graves are on a small hill south of the holt, beneath a spreading apple tree.