Otto Kliest
Otto doesn't look a day over 17.  He stands 5'4" he is wiry but fit. He has a pack and bedroll slung on his back, what appears to be a new leather jack surrounds his torso.  He walks along looking as though he is daydreaming and talking to a small greyish dog that follows his every step.

Slain by an undead monster that snuck up on him in the ruins of an old tower during guard duty one night.