A cloaked figure sat on top of the wall, watching you, his nature inhuman ((for he had fur on his hands, and on his paws which replaced feet for him)), and his face concealed by the white cloak, its crimson lining undulating with the motions of the clothing as the wind blew, but even under the concealing layers of clothing and weapons ((for he had a saber, a dagger, enlargened vambraces which you thought might house blades, and you guessed he had a few others hidden)), you could tell his left leg was prosthetic A few more things you could divine from him was that he was young, and when he spoke he had boyish yet regal and commanding tones in his voice, tinged with depression "Howdy"