Cassus_Angreffa

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

Clad in full black oiled Balian plate armor. Opposed taking the old woman's offer in resting and instead chose to stand threateningly starring down the small poor old woman. On his waist was a weaponbelt which holstered a large ornate dagger and a long bastardsword. Cassus would unsheathe the decorative dagger.
"I am from the Heartlands. This dagger is from Balian. My father was a shoemaker and I never knew my mother but whomever she was I know she and my father are proud to know their only son is carrying their blood with honor. Unlike the folk here. You do know why I have arrived. I am Cassus Angreffa. You will call me sir. I have come with the noose. Show me where she is or the rest of the band will come and have their fun."
It was evening. Cassus masked his face with a black oiled steel helmet. A horizontal slit where his eyes were revealed that the Human male possessed furious looking green eyes. Cassus intimidatingly, took one step closer to the old woman.