Cernos

Standing head and shoulders taller than the rump of a mare, this man is slightly stooped in the shoulders. His brown hair and beard are slightly ashen from age and like they have been roughly trimmed with a dagger just enough to leave eating unhampered.

Besides the deeply tanned and wrinkled face from which a large hawked nose and bright brown eyes peer; gnarled and work-worn hands are the only patches of him not covered with some kind of animal remains. He constantly mutters unintelligible rants punctuated by spits colored black by the devil's claw root he chews.

His physique is hard to discern due to the pelts sewn together to make his clothes, from elk skin moccasins to his wolf's head cap, the man is draped in furs or satchels made from hide. The occasional skull or bit of polished stone or brass button serve to cinch the outfit together. A large wooden tankard and skinning knife hang from a simple rope belt at his waist.