"Oooooh, I've just come down from the isle of Skye..."

A tall man- almost a full seven feet- clad in leather and homespun pants walked, singing old drinking songs and looking for a tavern or shopkeep, a sack of loot over his shoulder. Those were always a proper adventurer's stop upon finding a new town. Then off to the glowing giantass tower to smack an ancient evil and claim its stuff. Just an average Saturday night.