The wild man wandered through the streets, moving away from the district that had been damaged by the battle, and into the market. He marvelled at the colorful shopfronts as he went, ignoring the stares that he drew from passersby with his powerful stench. As he walked he came to a decorative fountain in the middle of the street and hurried over to it, delighted. Dipping his head in the water he drank deeply, particles of dirt floating down as he did. Finally he pulled his head back and shook it violently, sending water droplets everywhere from his long, lanky hair. His face was mostly clean now, the water splashing against it loosening much of the muck, and he wiped more of it away with one hand. Now he could be seen to be a Caucasian with pale skin, and his face was that of a boy no more than 15 years old. He had a face that might have been good looking if he wasn't so painfully thin. Having drank his fill, he looked around, sniffing the air. He could smell something fantastic. Some kind of food. His mouth beginning to water, he set off again.
OOC: Incidentally, that spoiler'ed bit that I posted last page reveals a lot of this guy's backstory, and also clarifies what universe he's from. If anyone was at all intrigued...
@Slenn I'm afraid my characters aren't the sort to bring on an expedition like that.