A young man barely of age, was called by land and church to head out to protect his home and land from the evil of the world. His name was Ser Pen Bagad tenth of his name. He would move out in the name of his church to fight the evil in foreign lands. Proud on his horse the young knight left his shining home on his crusade and quest for his home. What he should meet was reality, life and truth about a many matters.    

 

The man you look at seems to be in his middle forties. He carries his brown hair short cut and a few grey streaks were visible in it. He wears a longer full beard which carries all the same a few grey streaks. The man who is obviously a human looks back at you out of brown grey eyes. A calm gaze measures you for a while before he returns his gaze to his book and his drink. He wears a heavier leather coat which protects him from wind and weather. Underneath is a set of old chainmail armor. It looks well used and had seen for sure it´s fair share of battle, yet the man either had a good blacksmith at hand or took well care of his own armor. A longer broader sword was hanging together with a dagger from his weapons belt.  Along the wall next to him you can spot saddlebags and a saddle. There was a large shield by the wall too wrapped into a cloth to keep it covered, together with a set of a full plated armor and several belongings of the aged male. A closer look reveals a scar along his right hand where something had cut through armor and one by his left cheek for the same reason.  

 
Those who would get a chance to look past the armor would see a tanned muscled body of an aged warrior. Some scar lines and a patch of burnt skin on his right shoulder blade told of the rough spots the man had been in. His skin is rugged and weather worn and his hands show the welts of someone having done lot of work with them.