A nondescript person is here. Most of his body is covered by a brown cloak, save his face, hands, and boots. His short grizzled beard covers his face like a forest around a mountain, covering its borders but unable to scale the sharp, cleft features of his visage. His hands carry a long, straight staff, painstakingly carved from a tree of yore. It is evident that he does not often use it as a weapon, for upon one end he has attached several large feathers. His boots are mud-brown, and perfect for moving without a sound within the forests. You can just make out a bulge from underneath his cloak, on his side, most likely where he keeps his belongings. You begin to notice that the ground on which he walks softly glowing, as if the marsh lights had seeped into the ground. But then you realize that the glow of the ground is from nothing natural, and then you realize that you are within the majesty of an `?I`?M`?M`?O`?R`?T`?A`?L``.