A man of indeterminate age, well muscled, broad at the shoulders, narrow waist. Tanned, face with laugh lines. A true commoner. Dresses as a common laborer. A simple man. He is quick with a smile or a joke, yet the eyes say otherwise. For what does lay behind those eyes?
The speech is odd. Part common laborer and that of one far beyond his station. Ever smiling. scent of Jasmine, always hinted at. Lost in a world of his mind. Where that mind goes is only known to the smile upon his rough looking face.