-A man of average height with prematurely white hair, and the palest skin you've seen this side of the grave, walks over to sample the stew. He walks unevenly, limping and favoring the right leg. He leans upon a walking stick with a small skull upon it's head, and his clothes are tight and black. His face is clean shaven and looks to be about 30 years old. He has no weapons to speak of.
-He speaks to the Ulfen Woman in a thick but educated Ustalav accent, "I'd vould haf some of dat stew, mozhna?
