Dale Shadowfoot

You see a Halfling approaching you. He is unusually thin for even a halfling, almost viry. Underneath his cowl you can see some black, wet hair going into his eyes. Amazing blue eyes with an almost unbelievable look of sadness about them. As if this Halfling has lost everything that was dear to him. You can make out the lines of a mouth underneath the black piece cloth that covers his nose and mouth. A thin line that looks like it has never smiled before. Across his leather armored chest several throwing daggers are sheathed. He walks along at a quick pace for one his size. As you get closer you can see him looking at you, almost staring. As you close the distance he wraps himself up in his cloak and lowers his gaze to the ground.