Judging from this person's garments, you can (with a common test of geography) place his origins at Suran, the kingdom of falling eve. Suran is a long breadth of deserts and badlands, with the occasional city based on a long-abused oasis.

The people of Suran specialize in the trade of spices and dye, and oftentimes wear colorful, brilliant attires, which complement their bronze complexion, followed by the faint aroma of desert loti. However, despite their warm birthplaces and sympathetic hearts, the art of their sabres is mercilessly cold... and their faith is colder.