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A tall Taldan man enters, announced by the distinctive clopping of his wooden shoes. Dressed in a simple outfit of undyed wool, his powerful arms and broad shoulders give him an imposing presence. His face is remarkably unpleasant, though it might be generously described as "plain" were it not marred by an ugly scar running the length of the right cheek and a nose that looks to have been broken a few too many times. Nevertheless, his fearsome mein is offset by a small but genuine smile and the obvious care with which he has seen to his personal grooming.
Glancing around the room, his smile widens. "My but it's good to see so many friendly faces, an' many more I ne'er seen before. Name's Jules, formerly a' Isarn, humble servant a' Shelyn an' sometime muscle fer the Society."