The Champion’s Companion
Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools of eyes, many people never noticed there were no whites to them at all. His weathered skin gave him the appearance of being from the southern area of the Menthino. Tall and muscular he had a gangly look about him, but moved with the fluid grace of a long time ranger. He didn’t appear to be a knight, his armor was beyond ‘minimal’ consisting of single hand sized plates sewn into soft, near skintight Safi leather that covered his upper and lower arms and legs, as well …