[center][b]Anunon, Cavalryman
Sotraecan Territory[/b][/center]
Anunon brought his horse to a stop, flanked by several riders under his command. When a minor commotion among the villagers had been made just minutes before, concerning some "subhuman on the hill," he resolved to ride out and make sense of it for himself. They were not wrong; before him and his men stood a squat, hairy creature. Its features were rugged and broad, and they reminded Anunon of the less civilized ogre clans that lay to the northeast of the Sotraeca. 

"D'you think he can talk?" one of Anunon's riders wondered aloud. "Looks like a subhuman alright, but he's not a halfling and he's sure not an ogre. He's hardly wearing anything either." 

"Let's find out," the veteran replied, leaning over the neck of his horse. Anunon pointed a finger at the satchels that sat at the stranger's feet, then made a gesture that resembled popping a berry into his mouth and chewing. After the round of charades, he pointed at the brute and opened his mouth to speak.

"Berries," he said, matter-of-factly. "Did you pick these?" His men exchanged quizzical looks and shifted in their saddles.