Jackson's 'Stead - Northern Wilds
An older man in his mid-to-late forties, barely more than skin and bones, with wild stringy red hair and dressed in little more than a loincloth, leather vest, and steel-toed boots sat before a smokey campfire in the middle of the clearing between the barn and the house. His skin was painted with various pigments in complex geometric symbols and runic script, and his hair bore various beads, small bones, and bits of metal.
He was chanting something, sitting cross-legged next to the fire, fanning it with a large piece of plywood.
Upon seeing Scare Crow draw near he leaped to his feet, pointing at the arrivals, cupping his other hand to his mouth and shouting. "Praise be to the spirits! Salvation has arrived! The child has been saved! Glory, glory to the savior, as spoke of in my visions, who has delivered joy from the heart of sorrow!"
Perhaps as a form of punctuation, he held up a small tin and shook it wildly, rattling the small objects it contained. "The spirits will be done!"