A human-looking man of nearly middle-age sets his pack down. It's hard to tell much about his features in the dim, failing light of day, but the construct's sudden revelation shows that the man possesses shoulder-length, dark hair with streaks of red and brown... or was it just black? It couldn't be green, could it? The color of his eyes seem to shift occasionally as well, though perhaps it is all simply the flickering of the construct's light...
The man appears to be of slight build and far from athletic, albeit free of torpor. His loose, simple robes hint at a life of academic, rather than physical, pursuits.
"I suppose I'm just lucky you lot don't seem to be highway brigands! Looks can be deceiving, though... Then again, for all you know, I could be one as well, so in the end it all sort of balances out! Let's all just promise not to do unsavory things in the night and hope for the best, shall we?"
He then goes back to setting up for the evening, a thin smile spread across his face as he sets about his business.
The man, for all he appears to be, is certainly an odd fellow. Probably one of those loony mages, the poor sod...