Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Grey
Motto: A sharp sword is best used seldom
Desires: To find God’s mercy?
Weapon of Choice: Sword and shield
Description: The man who eventually answered my repeated pounding on the wobbly door was not as I expected. His hair was the hue of poorly-filtered ale, and his face, though thickly bearded as I imagined, had scarcely an aged line except at the corners of his smiling grey eyes.
Discussion Questions For Bernulf?
- What do you think of Bernulf’s history?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What are your favorite quotes?
- Would you like to see Bernulf’s character return?
- Does his honesty strike you?
- Would you like to try some of his cooking?
“I’m Quin . . . Quin Whoreson the Half-Brave of Places-I-Hope-to-Forget.” “Quite a title, brother.” Bernulf nodded knowingly. “I thought I recognized you. I’m from Places-I-Hope-to-Forget myself.” “Which street?” He hesitated, his smile dying. “The butchers’ district.” His expression was somber but peaceful; his voice, little more than a whisper. “When I was your age–not so long ago–I was always in my cups, jesting with a man one moment and ready to split his skull the next . . . I killed a man in Bruges.”TANGLED