Who he really is, or where he rightly hails from, none can say; but he's known as Scarlock in the north, and he seems by all accounts to be kin of the Breelanders. The wildest rumour is that the forest birthed him into being, but that is likely fanciful.

He's a real enough man, poaching and trekking throughout the Chetwood- and lately, giving the bandits a taste of their own medicine by robbing them on the roads. Indeed he watches the forest, as if it were his charge. The Rangers and the Watchers know well of his actions, but what their stance is on him, few could tell.

To those that come to know him, he holds to an unusual philosophy: he has no concept whatsoever of ownership, and therefore neither worries nor cares for the usual concerns of men, such as money, possession of friends or women, or material goods beyond his needs. He enjoys all things simply as they come. It is to this end he considers himself the richest man in the north, and the poorest all at once.

He can be found in spring through autumn living the life of a merry man. But when winter comes he vanishes all together, not to be seen until spring returns- and the Men of Bree find that rather queer.