A tall man walks with the group wearing scale mail, so he struggles to keep up with much of the group who are less encumbered. The armor itself isn't all that noticeable or special, but the helmet is. The helmet has a long plume of rainbow colored feathers starting at the top running back down the length of the helm. He also wears a brightly colored cloak, underneath which is some kind of weapon, obviously. He stops from time to time admiring the nature around if any happen to be near enough the road. Occasionally he seems to veer off the road if there is something in the distance that looks interesting and then hustles back to the group to catch up.
When the group stops, he takes off his helm and carefully sets to the side. Clearly Varisian with dark hair and complexion with a very patrician nose. The nose is a little too big for his face, which is otherwise fairly handsome. He is clean shaven and looks to be freshly shorn. Dark green eyes seem to furtively look from side to side.
He pulls off his gauntlets and rummages through a bag and grabs a small piece of paper and begins to work on a sketch, clearly looking at the area around and works with some charcoal to draw.
He smiles as he sees people stopping and enjoying themselves, sbut there is something slightly off about him, that seems to keep him from readily jumping up and joining in with everyone. From time to time he takes out a journal and makes some notes, though this is rare.
After a time, he stops drawing and pulls out a deck of cards and begins to shuffle them, then lay some out in a pattern before him and intently looks at them.
