A figure clad in highly polished full plate stands before you. His face is covered by a similarly polished helm featuring a dragon with wings outstretched. Through the small visor two bright blue eyes seem to shine at you, though they look stern and full of judgement. As you approach the man removes his helm, holding it in a strong grip beneath his arm. His strong jaw and masculine features suggest a strong body as you can imagine given the strength needed to move in such armour. His expression remains serious constantly, as though he has never known any humour. When he speaks his tone is authoritarian and he seems to demand respect, even if he is not worthy of it. His skin is of a healthy colour and his hair is of a mouse brown. Around his chin a small, well trimmed beard and moustache are forming. You would guess this man to be no older than his mid twenties despite the wrinkles on his forehead caused by his often furrowed brow. Around his neck a small golden compass, the symbol of Rofirein rests and at his waist a scabbard holds a large bastard sword, looking equally well polished as the armour he is encased in. His eyes survey you constantly as you speak with him. No doubt he has already judged you...