A dark and cool night in the valley, not to cold but just right. A man walks down the road from town to town, a drifter with no place to go. Tall and skinny, short back hair parted from his face with a black stripe across his eyes. Arokk of the Nightmare Legion, paranoid and cowardly. He jumps when the trees around him creak from the wind and walks to the side of the path as to not get in any one's way. Truly a lesser of a man, who thinks even less of himself then others do. "Free to play." he whispers under his breath. He he, Arokk coughs as a grin cracks. The grin appears. Tag?