"My name is Len, and I have been overseeing the protection of the barons traveling caravans for the better part of my life out in the desert." Len turned to again face the swirling sands. "Though most of my expertise comes from fighting with at least a shred of visibility; I worry this night I won't be able to do much." Len squinted as he studied the murky darkness, certain he saw something moving around in the darkness. Shaking the uneasy feeling away, Len turned back to Goradh. "How have you aided the baron these past years? I'd imagine your fighting talents have come into play in doing so."