The man before you stood like a tree; Tall, sturdy and broad of build.

His dark skin spoke of days spent under the sun and long roads traveled. Heavy hands like balls of coiled rope and thick wrists showed that labor had been no stranger to him. On his right hand, the ring and middle finger were shorter by a knuckle than all the rest, an injury from years ago as the old scars might show. 

Long, wavy, black hair hung down around a face which was handsome enough, in the way that common men sometimes were. Around his temples and in other places, streaks of silver-grey could be seen, though this man had all the vigor of youth still about him. Likely placing him in his late thirties. 

His voice, should he speak, was deep, clear and resonant.
 The countenance of some people was known to bring a measure of confidence to the hearts and minds of others. Between a determined presence and the brotherly smile , he did seem to help your heart rest easier for the moment.