A Middle-aged man, bald, and wearing some snickers covered with Headcrab blood and a battered blue jacket. Around his neck, he wears a gold crucifix, he is armed with a red shotgun. Hail, stranger! The Lord has sent you to me, I can see it in the light of your eyes. Though the town of Ravenholm is cursed, cursed with monsters that scowwer among this town, monsters that control the mind, we shalt not falter in our faith.For the light of lights is with us, and in his glory, we shall prevail.