Lludd

The careful one of the family, all of the stewardship of the Humber fell to him, and he caught it in gladness, Such was his head for numbers that instead of squiring, he became a Novice in a Monastery with no interest at all in taking holy orders, just to better his clerical studies.

All of the recent wealth family is down to him. He keeps careful notes of the tides, the movements of fish by the seasons, the wisdom of almanacs and grandmothers, and occasionally remembers to use this to make clever suggestions that bring silver and gold flowing up and down the Humber. If he chose, he could call on the people whose fortunes he has helped make, who know he could break them as easily as he has made them. But, unlike his showboating brother, he chooses instead to remain cloistered.

Ser Arwinn
Perhaps not a Knight of great renown, serving often in garrison duty, Ser Arwinn has a grim attitude. They are fond of reminding their compatriots, even in the height of victory, that death will come for us all, and that our achievements amount to nothing but words on paper - even the ink that records us is made from ash.

This makes them, perhaps, not the most delightful of company, with no one really wanting to be around him, shuffling them around from duties to duties. Somehow, they managed to be assigned to guard Lludd in a journey to Bedegraine. Ludd, oddly enough, wound up being oddly immune to Arwinn, poking holes in their fatalism. By the time they returned to Linden, Arwinn began to advocate for grasping for whatever joy the gods might send you, however fleeting, before the grave robs us of the chance.

Arwinn will spend their time reading accounts of the deaths of Kings of Old, leaning with their back on Ludd as he pours over books. Whenever he gets too drawn into the minutiae, Arwinn will poke him gently and remind him that death is inevitable. This will be the needed motivation to go outside, breathe, and remember the now for both of them.