A dark man, shorter than me, was standing several paces away with a bow and tattered clothing. He looked malnourished and worn from the harsh woods. His skin was dark and leathery and his eyes were so beady it seemed painful for him to look into the sunny day. At first glance, this man looked like a fugitive from the law, but I was strangely comfortable and was not frightened by him.

"Hail, traveler. I am Lothar," I explained.

"Do you have a hat?" he asked me, his whispering voice sounded like he didn't speak much, at least to humans anyways. I walked him over to the shop, where I told Hecubus to make the man a full suit of clothing. Fortunately for him, Hecubus was skilled in tailoring and was able to understand his instructions for a quite ugly, yet colorful outfit. He donned a bright blue tricorn hat with a matching blue tunic with gold buttons and red pantaloons. The finishing touch was a really hideous pair of blue boots and a red cloak. Just as he was donning the ugly hat I noticed a strange mark on his head - it looked as if he had a crack running along the length of his head.

"I am Bob," he said. "They call me Crackhead. Is there decent wood in this area? I need to fletch some arrows and hunt for food."

"I will escort you to the North wood. Plenty of solid oak for shafts and monsters carrying gold." I told him, and began to lead him up the peninsula. As we walked, he told me the story of a man who had lost his parents at birth and was raised by mongbats in the southern forest. The man believed that one day, the mongbats would reclaim the town of Yew. This was Bob's story, and I know at least part of it was true.

As we reached sight of the ocean, we were attacked by several orcs, an ettin, and an ogre. During the fight, I noticed this man's remarkable instincts and unorthodox combat style. Although his archery needed training, he knew how to use what little skill he had. His one fault was that he did not trust me to heal him, and ended up almost dying to the rampaging ettin. I managed to fell the beast with my broad sword, the gift given to me by Dr. Evil, a magic sword he found from a slain balron. As I tried to revive Bob I noticed the markings on Bob's forearm. It was the symbol of the hill tribe, specifically my family's mark, and in the same location as my mark. According to this, the man was a member of my tribe as well as my immediate family - come to think of it he did resemble me if I had a severe sunburn and not been clean shaven. Could this man be my brother? I do recall my parents telling me a tale about a lost boy during the lizardman raids. Was this story really about them and their lost son?