A cloaked figure stands inside of a large tent with a table at its center. On the table, a map of the city of Alvora is pinned down. The figure appeared to be deep in thought and pacing around the edge of the table mumbling under his breath. Occasionally he would stop, move around a few pins that were on the map, then restart his pacing.
Covering his face was a plain, black mask with slits for his eyes and nose. Over his head was a sand-colored cloak. Under it all he wore dirty, leather armor that had numerous scratches and divots from past battles. Normally such heavy armor and coverings would be unbearable, but on the outside of his armor was a small necklace, enchanted to regulate body temperature.
Though every inch of the figure's skin was covered by clothing or armor while in the middle of the desert, he was probably the most comfortable person in the camp.
