A handsome youth, not older than 20, draped in a gleaming suit of metallic scales, laced together in overlapping rows resembling the roofing tiles, entered the premise. A long hilt of a great sword stood out from his right shoulder, secured on his back by a leather strap that ran diagonally down his chest. Over its scabbard was a bulky backpack, presumably loaded with adventurers' essentials, clearly suggesting the warrior, at worst a sellsword. Across his waist was a sturdy leather belt that held on to a sheathed dagger on his left, and a arrow holster on his right. His left hand curled firmly on the short bow grip.
He entered the premise with a friendly smile, "Wellmet, my name is Vanrick...Looking forward to work with you." Vanrick introduced himself in a straight forward manner. His pair of russet orbs seemingly gleamed in excitement.