Reinaldo
AC: 17 | HP: 30/30 | HIT DIE: 2/2 d10, 1/1 d8 | INSPIRATION: 0
Sanity: 9 (+1) | Passive Perception: 11 | Passive Insight: 13
Conditions: ---

Wagon wheels rumble along the rough rural roads, a cart trailing behind a sleepy looking grey mule and carrying anything the group does not wish to lug around, including a backpack lying in the corner. A man in bright, meticulously polished chainmail and a white tabard is leading the mule by the reins, traveling on foot. Not to spare the pitiful creature the effort of lugging him around - if he could even convince it to move in such a state. No, he would not be caught dead riding atop a mule.

His slick, dark hair is hanging free in the air right now, an eagle-faced helmet with a crest of feathers carried his arm. In spite of all the practical issues, he wears a red cape that hangs behind him. Short enough not to drag in the dirt of the road and get all a mess, and with an easy-break clasp to cast it aside should it become a problem.

It is not Reinaldo's first time going out into the middle of nowhere. Perhaps if the local lord pays well enough, it will be the last. A vampire hunt! That's the sort of thing that makes a name for you. Reinaldo the vampire killer, it has a certain ring to it that he enjoys.

"There she is," a grin stretching across his face, the armorclad knight raises a hand towards the inn down the road. "Wonder how good the food is. Out here it's either gruel or wonderfully homecooked."