The gentleman stood six feet of dark-haired confident warrior, hair bound in a tight ponytail at the back falling to one side, and a strong mustache and goatee of groomed hair.  The callouses upon the human’s fingers were of a working swordsman, though his poise reflected more what one would expect in the nobility courts.  A strong carriage in armour of narrow strips of black metal on dark brown leather, with chain link guarding the vulnerable mobility locations reflected military mannerisms… yet other times, his casual movement seemed more fitting to one used to travelling in low-browed crowd, where the shield he sported would be an odd sight.

He bore a tested battleaxe slung alongside his backpack, and a richly-tooled longsword hung from his left hip for a right draw.  A pair of full pouches hung heavily from his belt, and rich black leather gloves -matching his polished rider’s boots- were tucked conveniently in the small of his back.

Yet it wasn’t his sturdy frame, or sharp eyes, or any characteristic that stood out, but instead the strength of his personality which was reflected in his smile and rich brown eyes.