 Very little is known about this hooded person, except that he hailed from the deserts of Tahari. He speaks of being a wanderer for a long time. His words sometimes reveal little glimmers of places he's visited, like the Jungles of Schendi or the Voltai Mountains.
He came across the Camp of Harigga one night on his return journey to the Desert. His hooded form was immediately a concern for some while others took to his soft quiet nature and the bantering. He left, but something called him back to the Camp once more. He kept coming back and even after weeks not one asked him to leave but asked him to join the camp. He soon made a discovery that one does not have to always wander. Realising he was among people who were not going to judge him on his past or bother him about it as long as it stayed in the past, he realised he was finally somewhere where he can lay down his burdens and not worry about his past coming back to stab him at night. There is one physician in the camp who keeps teasing him with that. It was also discovered that in his travels he had picked up some useful knowledge of arms smithing and light medicine. His merchandising skills, on the other hand, would leave a person wondering how he can travel so far without getting stiffed by everyone. Sometimes when the Camp is in a happy mood, he could be seen sitting a little far from everyone, drawing the scenes onto the scrolls., unsure if anyone has noticed the pouch he carries with him with lots of other drawings and writings. |