A Ranger

The slight man in a cloak looked up. Even at 6' he looked young enough to be called a lad, maybe it was his blond curls that gave him the boyish look. He was sporting a bruise to his cheek but he had an aloofness in his eyes as if to suggest he was above such things as brawling.

"I am a ranger!" Kailus replied in a cool voice, brushing the dust off his forest greet cloak, "It so happens that I need to go to Agrhapur."

Kailus hated to sell himself as a manual laborer but he needed money, and he needed to keep moving. This would solve both problems.