Randal is a rugged warrior. His breastplate seems battered and in need of repair. His hair is black with a a few corners turning to gray and seems to not have shaved for a couple days. He is of average height and he walks around in a relaxed pace. His skin is burned from the sun and he seems like everything you would expect a washed out warrior to be.
Hurrying for a much needed sleep at the tavern room, Randal gulped the last piece of his bread... He felt a burn down his throat, as he gasped for breath when that last piece of bread got stuck in his wind pipe... The last two minutes of his life, he remembers people gathering around him to give him a strong hit on the back, someone pickpocketing his last gold and then darkness filled his eyes as his blue lips stop moving, saying a silent... "Help... me..."