Aragorn

you are in the inn of the prancing pony in Bree and are enjoying some nice bread with cheese but you notice a man looking at you. he is sitting in a corner, smoking from a very long pipe. the fire of his pipe lights up his eyes. you start to wonder who this dangerous looking fellow is and walk up to him. Greetings friend...i am Aragorn son of Arathorn and you must follow me.