Gone are the days of legends, when proving princes or cunning cutthroats used both brains and brawn to deftly defy the dangers they faced, felled a beast, claimed the dragon's hoard and won the girl in the end.

Yet this stranger seems to challenge the norm. Through courage or recklessness, he has taken a path that leads adventurers to riches - or doom. A gamut of gizmos seems to cling to his tattered travel attire, though it wouldn't be wrong to suspect more are hidden where eyes can't find them. These consist of potions, small machinery, and the occasional scroll. In fact, closing the distance between you would earn you a stench of soot, gunpowder, and iron. It's hard to tell if he is a man whose metals were tested, or simply a poser.

Daring and bold - that is the look his facial features seem to communicate. His jawline and nose are almost perfect; one would? suspect foul magics and evil glamour to disguise the mundane. However, that is not the case, as the presence of magic is absent in these. Golden locks flow down from his scalp to his face, giving him a rather Sylvan appearance. One would be interested if not concerned about the contrast between attire and physique.

Regardless, this man seems to be wizened and learned, and despite a rather swole build - also very athletic.