A hermit in the Northern Part of the town.

((Since noone from DM team got back to me on this after almost 2 weeks, following someone else's advice, I'll just go ahead and post it. Feel free to remove if this is too much, however I would expect a reasonable explanation.))

Someone of little consequence had set up a primitive looking dwelling in the outskirts of the Northern Part of the city. A humble man, wearing simple many times patched - over brown robes had been offering healing to the local farmers and comfort to those in great distress, in these sombre times.

His demeanour is calm and comforting, coupled with obvious experience in the field of healing as well as with polite and modest manners.

The said man has been recently seen giving some basic healing potions to the unfortunate denizens of Shadowdale. While, undoubtfully, he had been faced with prejudice and suspicion, some, aware of his reputation of a bizzare helpful hermit, have accepted it only to discovered that the liquid contained within the flasks indeed had restorative properties.

The winter has been rough. Hermit's robes barely protected him from the intense cold but the burning fire of desire and a set clear purpose in his mind kept him from failing. Farmers would often bring food in exchange for comforting words or healing... that got him through the winter.

Still keeping away from Zhent patrols and trying to attract as little attention as possible, he continued with his self-appointed mission with new eagerness as soon as snow had melted.