"Nobody here but old Stocky..." an older male said.<br/><br/>Coming out of a stable, the man smiled. He was dressed in simple clothes with a long mustache on his face. He wore a simple hat on his head, and if he had any hair it had to be hidden under it all. He was wiping his hands with a simple piece of cloth, smiling as he looked the red haired warrior over. He quirked an eyebrow as he stood there, his hand coming up to his facial hair, playing with it lightly.<br/><br/>"Old Stocky's feelin' mighty healthy. Bit too healthy if you ask me." he said, not appearing to talk to anyone in particular as he stared off into space.