This man sits quietly by the fireside. He is dressed in breeches and a jerkin cinched with a belt with various pouched secured to it. His blonde hair is slicked back and his eyes are a piercing green. There is something a little disconcerting about him, but you just cannot put your finger on it.
He is writing notes within his small book, constantly thumbing back and forth. Always beside him is a wooden staff carved like a great vine tipped in silver at each end.