Wastes of Shello - Group 3

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The silhouette of the man came through the thick mist to meet the group of followers. Just like everyone else who lived here. He looked battered, and tired from years of living on this wretched island.

His eyes pierced the crowd as he approached. Taking down his hood revealed long, dirty, knotted brown hair. Further revealing by taking down his neck gaiter showed the large scruffy beard that adorned his face. One couldn't help ,but notice the strange cloak he wore. It was covered in many shades of brown, and green. Approaching the group, he looked around. Then one looked down to notice the ends of the swords at his hips. He was not just any traveler, that was easy to tell.

"Oi! Who har is leadin ye folk?" He questioned as he looked around for any form of leadership.