Rhyn is, or rather was, known as a go between for groups of adventurers wanting to head north of Cannonridge.  Not exactly a woodsman, rumor had it that he had grown up in the wilds North of the city and he turned his birthright into a means of helping keep his family afloat and safe by risking his hide as a guide.  Cresting almost six feet it was obvious that he'd had a rough number of formative years making the man tough as iron as evidenced by the lean looking skin and muscles. Still he was easy on the eyes, either in spite of or due to it.  His dark brown hair was long and often pulled back into a loose half up, half down that hung past his shoulders.  The perpetual light scruff was never let to grow into a full beard at least that anyone could remember and worked well with his gray eyes. He excelled at what he did till he came to the decision that he was going to need to change what he did for a living and that meant joining the adventurers rather than just guiding them. He carried a mix of light equipment befitting someone who doesn't engage often but skirts a fight and can survive out in the wild alone.  The dark greens and grays of his jerkin and pants blended with his fur cloak to suit well the environment outside and north of the city.