A man wrapped in his olive-green cloak is seen wandering the East Road sometimes. He is tall for men, and when he takes off his hood and mask his long straight hair and scruffy thin beard can be seen. There is often a smile on his face as he talks to those he deems friends, and his gray eyes offer comfort and benevolence. Thistlebeard, the Bree-folk call him, and if a strong wind blows moves the sides of his cloak, a large axe can be seen strapped to his belt. He comes and goes as he will, sometimes not seen for months, or paying visits to the Prancing Pony once every few days.