The Ragged Man

A wretched creature stinking of filth and waste.  Tattered rags of indeterminate origin serve to clad him, only his pale green eyes hint at his humanity.  He seems to favor his right side, standing askance with his head tilted forward and shoulders slumped, making him appear much smaller than his is.

He's got himself a pointy bit.

Welfs lessee, fer th' past fer days Ib'bin makin shit affer Is'sleeps.  Buh'byfer thet Is'swhas makin it affer Ieas'eats.  Cussa all thet meat Ieas'eats thun time.

The Ragged Man is worn and tattered, not crazy.  He's not going to attack you for fun or stick by your side out of loyalty.  He does for what he wants.