Isaac was a tall man, though in no way did he look bulky. His hair was a light golden color, only short enough to cover his eyebrows. His eyes were his most interesting feature, and yet it also condemned him. His eyes were purple, and they seemed to radiate a certain aura of mystery about them. He wore some loose tan pants and a loose blue tunic, all of which were covered by a cloak that seemed to be made out of a potato sack.

Over this tunic was a chain shirt, made of worn steel that had served him a lot in his mercenary days. On his back was a wide two handed sword which was taller than he was, at roughly 7ft. No average man could possibly wield it. Luckily, he was no average man.

He looked down again at the expanse before him. Golden rolling fields with trees with white trunks and orange leaves,a world locked in eternal sunset. He stood upon a hill, and only a few yards away below him, was a small camp which held a group of men all with red armbands, armed and ready. Bandits.