Tall and lean and with a face like the statues of old, and recognised by some of the rustic, country dwelling folk. A grey, tired gaze regards the world with a constant vigil. Garbed in woodsman's clothes of woodland hues, they are more beaten and sun stained than the normal wanderer, a sure sign of a life outdoors, and not merely days of toil. Although toil seems to be the only thing this grim watcher knows.

Various things hang in leather pouches about his belt containing a wanderer's tool set, alongside them loiters the comforting weight of a bearded axe and knife. Upon his back, a cloth wrap holds a quiver and bow.