Most where Rollo was from had fair hair, but there were a good number who had darker hair, like himself, even darker than him, and there were at times some redheads. It typically depended on who bred with who. Not that Rollo understood genetics the way she might, but he knew sometimes when new blood came into a village, the children could have different hair and eye colors from the rest of the village.

Listening to the description of redemption, Rollo nodded slightly, thinking over her words carefully. "Recently, I should have been sentenced to die for betraying my brother. The gods spared me from such a fate, and I did not see why they would. I still do not understand, though I was told before my arrival here that the gods gave me a second chance to earn trust back. Though how does one earn back trust after betraying my own brother and everyone I have known my entire life?"

He was deeply conflicted on what had happened. He disliked how flippant his brother seemed to be in regards to letting others have their glory as well. And well, Rollo had his own desires, and he hated being in his brother's shadow.