[u]Scratching his head a bit, the man folds his hood down to reveal an aged face, old and wrinkled from travels long before. A white beard conceals much of his face, but his eyes and mouth are creases with dimples as he smiles at the sight of somebody who knows his name. Most of the hair on the top of his head is now gone, finally lost to age. Smiling, he speaks in a warm but aged voice.[/u] "[i]Finding somebody that know my name is rare nowadays, especially one who I do not know. Forgive me, for my memory is not as good as it used to be, and I have forgotten who you are, if you do not mind me asking.[/i]"