An Ogier stonemason strides by briskly.
This Ogier seems more than at ease walking alone through the Westlands. His
eyes take in the surrounding terrain effortlessly, noticing the slightest
break in the natural landscape. He is dressed simply, his huge hands never
straying far from the hammer and chisel thrust into his broad leather belt.
His long hair is tucked behind his pointed ears. A neatly-trimmed square
beard adorns his chin, lightly flecked with gray.