Sypho

The flames crackled on the campfire as he observed it while the fish was cooking up on it. He sighed and laid on his back, observing the dense forest above him. The sound of the owls and the little animals moveing on the leaf bed gave him a feeling of calm... He slept...

...And then he woke up as the sun rays impacted on his face. He slowly opened his eyes, wich took over 5 minutes of light adaptation. He rose up slowly, to observe the forest now that he had sunlight. He was still a little bit dizzy when he took his backpack from the tree, to start walking. The fish burnt out, unattended, and the burnt smell sticked to his clothes... Again...

When he reached the path, he left the bag on the groun, and observed it. Small wood pieces, resistant enough to hold the leather packs on it, wich were secured with small ropes, and holded by middle-sized ropes to the wood. The leather tires he used to put on his shoulders were attacked to the main wood planks. Wide ropes acted as asseguration for the bag to him.

His clothes were made of bad-quality leather, overposed one upside of another, up to 3 different cloaks, before reaching a wool-made tunic wich avoided the contact between his skin and the leather. He observed both ways of the path, lifted his backpack on his back, and started walking to the town where he was moveing... yesterday...

This was his life, repeated one day after another: Walking and basic substistance, exiled from his hometown...

General description
Sypho is an actual wanderer, wich tends to do little jobs as merchant or messenger. Its fame doesn't comes from the fact of, as he says, he killed some bandits during his travels onward, but on the fact that their corpses were never found.