The door opens...
The new-comer's most striking features are his purple skin and silver eyes, which mark him as a Deva to all but the most ignorant observers. On close observation, you might observe a tuft or two of short, blue hair peeking out from under a large skullcap.
Coloration aside, his physical attributes are all very much average - he doesn't look strong enough to wield the greataxe that is slung across his back - yet when you see him hold it, the weight seems to vanish from it - he can wield it like a much larger man might - powerful chops and slashes, but also with clever feints and an almost supernatural ability to anticipate and deflect his foes' attacks.
If you get a close look at his hands, you'll notice a web of scars across his palms - not that unusual on someone who works with blades, but these scars seem far too numerous for one as young as he is.
He wears no armor - instead he is clad in a robe of scarlet, with white trim that is stained a crimson/pink. A golden amulet, bearing the horned symbol of Balinor hangs from his throat - seeing it suffuses all those who respect the sovereign host with a slight sense of hopeful energy.
"I am kal'Tarron Alrahain, servant of Balinor," he says - as custom dictates - to the room.
Noticing the Dwarf, he approaches.
"Baracus! I am glad to see you recovered from the malady that interrupted our adventure together. We surely could have used your strength in the battle at the bottom of that temple. But we all survived and I'm afraid our little band has gone their separate ways."
