You spotted a large, muscular man who wears a cyan tunic with dark, short sleeves, small wristbands and a cylindrical cap that partially covered his short dark hair. He dejectedly looked at an elaborate, shamshir-like sword, which he held in his hands, before his attention snapped back towards you. Hm? Why are you here? Do you seek death? His attitude was certainly rude, condescending even, as this guy looked ready to cut you to ribbons with that sword of his.