"They are vermin. Brutal, without mercy. But you. You will be worse. Pierce and crush, until it is done."

You see what appears to be a man of moderate height, wearing worn and weathered armor consisting of a breastplate, and complemented by chainmail and leathers, the collar lined with blackened furs and a helmet plumed in red. The entirety of this equipment looks as though it has been stained with dirt and blood, as well as battered and repaired countless times. So much so that while it still serves practically, its lamentable appearance gives the wearer an almost deathly guise.