A human man draped in a patchwork hooded cloak. The patches bare ancient symbols and materials that do not look of this plane. The man looks as weathered as his clothing, and overly frail for an explorer. You notice his interminable, seemingly dwarven beard resting upon his belly. His deep soulful eyes flicker with the excitement of a child as he grips his beloved puffing stick.
The line between reality and illusion, here or there, now or then is a mere figment of an illusion that has become your reality. I am Heinrich Kemmler, guide, entrepreneur and explorer of the planes. Stay close and listen carefully comrade, for the wrong path may likely end in an eternity of destitution.