*In a nearby village…*
A man steps into a small village as soon as the sun sets. He is dressed in a black traveler's cloak and shiny black boots. He has a determined expression on his face—like he’s on a mission, like he came here for a specific reason. The man has a limp on his left side, but he is walking faster than an average pace.
There is a chill in the air, and the man pulls his cloak closer to him. He has a youthful face, but one can assume he’s advanced in his years. He has gray hair, striking blue eyes, and a scar on his cheek. Upon looking at this man, one can assume that he’s lived a dangerous life, a life one can tell stories about. The man’s name is Lorenzo, and he has an interesting occupation. He’s a monster hunter that tracks down magical creatures and tries to discover their communities.