In the large spread out campsite, that could even be considered a stronghold because of the amount of men guarding its surroundings, a man sat comfortably on a short, softly padded bench, his arm moving rhythmically up and down, as he meticuosly carved a stick of wood into a fine point. The man had dark brown hair, that was filled with curls. He could be considered handsome, but the look on his face made any sliver of handsomeness disappear completely. The expression of unfettered rage, made him look like a demon straight from the underworld.