The traveller certainly hadn’t expected to find a very old stone coffin in Starfell Valley, but they did. And of course they opened it.

Within lay a young man, barely old than twenty five. He is tall, ethereal but obviously not well, curled up around himself for comfort, wide blue-white eyes sensitive to the dim evening light.

The young man is obviously starved and weakened, gods know how long he was in that coffin.