A rickety old wagon comes tumbling down the road, drawn by two patchwork donkeys.
It's laden with tools, boxes, barrels and stuff of all kinds, and its progress
makes quite a racket.

The driver looks up from beneath a broad-brimmed hat, and reveals a grim,
unshaven visage with cold blue eyes. He wears a long brown leather coat hanging
over armour seemingly made from random pieces of metal. Across his chest is a
leather sash and belts full of tools and vials and pouches and probably a few
weapons.

At his left hip hangs a massive hammer with a stone head. At his right is a
new-fangled pistol. Around his neck is an amulet, carved of steel into the shape
of a toothed cog with four spokes.