A gentle breeze brushed through the town, a cool refreshing air that seemed to make even the sparse clouds above lazy and slow. Everything about the town seemed picturesque, thanks to the beautiful weather. The weathered foreigner took a moment to enjoy it all. It was pleasantly warm, a nice change from the scorching sands of his homeland. He was just reaching the outskirts of town, weary from his journey, glad to have finally found a town he could rest in. Though he had half a mind to go sit in the grass, just like the woman and boy he spotted on a nearby hill. After a momentary pause, the man shrugged to himself and headed towards them.<br/><br/>He approached slowly, aware that his appearance was intimidating to many people. Over six feet tall, very muscular, and covered in tattoos. The swords usually didn't help matters either. He raised a hand, trying to catch their attention, but the boy seemed upset, and the woman was paying attention to him. The foreigner caught something about the boy wanting to work for himself. "Are you not too young to work? What happened to your parents?" the massive man said, kneeling in front of the duo. His speech was proper, like he had taken lessons in the language, but still carried a slight accent; most likely from the eastern sands of the Arakay Desert, if his skin color was any indication.