The man keeps looking over his shoulders as he comes rushing out from the woods and it takes awhile for him to notice the party, he almost collides with them. When he finally notice them he grasps for the sword hanging at his side with a harried look in his eyes. He glances over them and seems noticably calmed by their appearance and lets go of his sword.<br/>The man is somewhat taller than the average man and would probably be considered handsome by most people. His face is framed by a neatly trimed beard and iceblue, expressive eyes look at the party through a few loose strands of raven dark hair that has escaped his otherwise flawless hairdo. The robe he wears identify him as a mage from the Mage's Guild in Toran, a Brother of the Crystal Star. The robe is crimson red with arcane symbols woven in with golden threads, he has clearly not spared any expenses when it came to making it look impressive, and it still does even now when a few cuts seems to have appeared in it during his mad dash through the forrest.<br/>"By the stars, you startled me!" he says, clearly out of breath.