A short looking, dark skinned man (See; Drow), nay, perhaps just a boy from the look of him, might be seen wandering around the outskirts of Shadowdale, or the Fox Ridge area. Those he runs in to are often greeted with healing, and inquiries about their health. When asked questions of any sort, he simply seems confused, blessing them with his divine magic, and wandering off to the next injured soul.
Those who examine him further may notice he is seems worn out and unkept, slinging an awkward bag over his shoulder with two little sword hilts protruding out of it, though he seems illdisposed to fighting.