Scars of Suldairia
There’s a tall figure in a dark purple cloak. The simple wooden bow at his back, the quiver at his hip, and the leather bracers peeking from his sleeves mark him as an adventurer of sorts. He carries a well-made but worn backpack, a brown sash with many stiff pockets, and a tubular case of black leather and ivory trim. His shirt and pants are both simple, brown, and made for the road. His boots are sturdy and worn.