[b]Name[/b]: Volkhart the Elder
[b]Age[/b]: 62
[b]Appearance[/b]: Tall and wiry with grey creeping into his aging countenance. Wears an eyepatch over the left eye, and his left hand is missing the pinky and ring fingers.

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[b]Additional Info / Bio[/b]: 

Volkhart the Reaper was a legendary title some four decades back, telling the story of an unstoppable one-man force of nature who travel the realm seeking its greatest battle and leaving broken monsters and champions in his wake before disappearing just as abruptly as his appearance. A thousand stories shrouded the man, facts and myths intertwining until it all blurred into one indistinguishable mass. Some said that he was once trapped in sea for three hundred days, learning how to balance on a piece of flotsam before taking the footwork back into land. Others said that he was trained by a one-armed father, and by the time he learned to use both arms he's already capable of slaying most men with one. Even more outlandish tells tale of a god of war taking the form of man, descending to experience the finest the mortal world had to offer.

His disappearance fueled the rumor mill with even more stories. Many tells of an eventual tragic defeat, with an endless wave of individuals claiming to have done the deed. Others strongly believe that the legend had fought everything the land could offer, and already moved on to foreign soil in search for more. Even the pious chipped in, convinced that the divines took interest of his feat and welcomed him among their ranks.

Whatever's the truth, or whether the man even existed at all, it had long since buried under the sands of time.

If anyone brings up such stories to one old man Volkhart, he'll only smile wryly and wave it off with a three-fingered hand. Whether the legendary master in person or an impersonator, it's quite impossible to verify. He certainly wouldn't confirm it, even if he do there's no evidence to support it. While he could move with springing grace belying his age, one could well find him leaning onto a cane for support not long after. 

An old legend, or a particularly good fake? Whatever the case, he's present for the quest.

[b]Notable Equipment[/b]:
-An old travel trunk filled with daily necessities
-A heavy hardwood cane, the bronze handle worn and shiny from use
-A set of hardened leather armor supported by thin metal lamellar underneath. Light to wear but sufficiently sturdy
-A partizan tightly bound in cloth and a simple leather sheath

[b]Trivia[/b]:
-Impeccable spatial sense and balance. Body struggles to keep up.
-Carries plenty of scars, most prominently one that goes from the left hand to the elbow. The limb couldn't quite flex entirely.
-Restless and twitchy, yet with a hint of fraility that comes from age and old injuries.
-Able to wield simple physical empowerment magic. Doesn't use it much these days, the bones hurt.