Stavrakios looks at the fields, the air around making his aspect fiecer.

"And you, traveller? Seeking some comfort?"

He is dressed in leather and wool, and a company of warriors, all on foot, accompany him, looking at him with reverence and ferocity. They all carry swords and spears, looking at you with an inquiring air. The Avtokrator´s eyes look over you curiously, and he smiles at first then gives a nod of greeting in turn

"I can only assume you have wandered the fields and find yourself lost and weary."