Before you stands a tall, yet lean man. His height seems to be around 1,9 meters, maybe a bit more.

You cannot see much of his face, as it is covered by a gray-ish hood, but a scar is clearly visible. Your gaze is met by two blue and gray eyes that pierce your soul almost in a frightening way.

His attire, made of leather and chainmail, is worn and weather-beaten, and suggests that he spends most of the time in the wilderness; yet, it seems to you that it is purposefully pieced together to render the man unremarkable and concealed. Whether in a forest, or in a crowd  -you say to yourself- this person would perfectly blend with the background. He carries a longsword and a bow, and who knows what else he might hide in his boots or pockets?

As you and him are about to walk past each other, in a narrow alley in Bree, you feel more and more uneasy. The man is dangerous... a bandit, a cutthroat for sure! You place a hand on your belt, feeling your knife, and you hope you won't be this man's victim tonight.