Riding into town, astride a white wolf, is a rather plump hafling cavalier. His armor and shield shine, and his banner lazily waves in the wind. As he aproaches, he raises his lance in salute. "Hail and well met my fellow Heroes, I am Sir Adaver Beestinger; knight of Chaldira Zuzaristan; royal cousin to the future king of the halfling nations; goblin slayer; and protector of the weak; at your service."
He removes his hat, and executes as extravagant a bow as one can manage from atop a wolf, almost falling over in the process.
"Many is the tale I have heard of you great daring and righteous battle against evil. I would join you on your noble quest"
perception check 1:
A few things anyone would notice quickly about "Sir" adaver Beestinger; he's well fed, keeps his arms and armor polished, His rather large and ornate hat is completely out of keeping with the rest of his attire, and your pretty sure his wolf rolled its eyes when he rattled of his many titles.