Günther Konrad

Born at the village of Schlafebild, near Altdorf, Günther was the last of four sons. He was also the only one who never met his father, seeing as old Horst died in a fishing accident the day before Günther was born. Maybe the family thought that his birth was an ill omen, but as soon as they found out that Günther would always be a puny lad, they shipped him off to learn his letters and numbers and other useless things.

It is remotely possible that they thought an educated boy would be helpful to the family business. But their business was fishing, so Günther himself always believed they just wanted to get rid of anyone who wasn’t fit for physical labor. Where the money for his education came, he has no idea. In any case, things happened, shit as well, and Günther discovered he was pretty good with those numbers, his hair had turned prematurely grey, and he was now employed by the local government as an exciseman.

A sobering thought, you’d think, but no. Our Günther liked his alcohol. The only reason he didn’t embezzle some funds was because he didn’t know his supervisors were much less mathematically talented. They wouldn’t have noticed any creative bookkeeping! When Günther did realize this, he went on an extended drinking tour a ways off from Altdorf, which ended when his employment and his savings were both terminated.

Günther, ready for battle