The world is a big place and there are plenty of things in it to make most people feel kind of small, from awe-inspiring natural views to the teeming crowds of bustling cities... and of course, some of the things which live in them. Which brings us neatly to exhibit A, Solus Wake. When stood straight-backed and alert - as he so often is - this soft-voiced wanderer is nine terrifying feet and some of hellishly impressive (if somewhat stocky) bipedal reptile, plainly totemed after one of the legendary river dragons of the far south which is no doubt even now sitting back with its feet up in the ancestral memory and enjoying the impression its descendent makes upon the world, starting with damn' deep footprints.

 He has bright, sun-gold eyes and deep green scales sheathe the great lunk from the tip of his short muzzle to the end of his tail, fading to an ivory cream on his underbelly, or at least such of it as can be seen through the neckline of his usual outfit of a forest green healers robe and accompanying tools. All too often he's seen to be smiling in a gentle, contented fashion that's probably best explained by how many of the troubles of life jump out at him from behind rocks, realise they're looking up at a solid pile of more or less rectangular fanged muscle lain on top of even more muscle and politely explain that they thought he was someone else before slinking off.

 Normally he doesn't usually carry much more of anything than a knife on his belt and a damn' great pack (even for him) over his shoulder, suggesting a fundamentally amiable temperament despite the dangers of the world, although now and again he'll be seen with a seven, eight-foot walking stick that could probably serve to crack a few skulls at need.