I am often confused as none ever take note of my height though I stand at six foot one, perhaps it is the darker colours or style of cloak swept across my solid shoulders. Being far from as large as many of the workers I toiled with, in the past. My skin is dark from spending many hours outside as I roam the lands, callused but not disfigured yet from swelled joints as many labourers have. Any who observe me see I do not tire easily and am dutiful in my tasks and will often be seen scribing or reading in my leisure.
Dark long hair flows as I walk and most remember my name with kindness. Never turning from what is right I often use my vocal skills and body language to persuade those around me. I roam the lands seeking to understand those around me and how they fit to make a whole. When I must defend myself it is by hand and foot not sword that I first try. Murdering others seems wrong but nor should I let them slay me.
I have heard of those who follow the way of the universe find peace, and great strength from their inner self. I find this perplexing that one could be so calm yet disarm a swords man while drawing on no anger. This seems right to me; perchance the world will guide me to such greatness. For now I will enjoy the simplicity of aiding others who in turn grace me with substance both spiritually and physically for life requires both.