Deku (vigilante)

The rain drums against the tavern window as he settles down opposite you, his cloak still dripping wet. His calloused hand closes over the empty tankard, his eyes fixed on the worn map in your hands. "I've been looking for this for three years," he says, leaning forward in a low voice, "and you just show up in my town with it. What's a traveler like you doing with something that doesn't belong to you? Are you prepared to haggle over the price... or are you in trouble too?"