Before you stands a young man dressed all in black - loose tunic & pants, a long hooded forest cloak & boots. A pack is slung over his back & even the Quarterstaff in his hands is even a polished black walnut. Those of you that listen to stories or rumors may recognize him. They say he saved a small family that lived in the hills from bandits by locking them in the storage cellar & fighting off a group of them, most of the older gents in town tend to dismiss such ideas. There's no way a "child" could be that strong most would respond, fools hoping for a hero.