Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — a watchman of the Eastern camp, a lean, weathered man in his late thirties. Gaunt sun-browned face, short dark stubble, sharp alert grey eyes, a thin scar across one cheekbone, tied-back brown hair under a battered iron kettle helm. Medium athletic build. He wears a worn leather gambeson layered with dull riveted chainmail, a faded dark-green surcoat bearing a simple wolf sigil, a broad belt with a short sword and horn. Fur-lined cloak hangs over one shoulder. He grips a tall ash spear in one hand and a horn raised partway to his lips, mouth open mid-shout, body half-turned, eyes locked wide on the opening gates. Scuffed leather boots laced to the shin. Behind him, muddy palisade camp at cold grey dawn, smoke and torchlight.
