Meet Ahearn

Astride his horse or standing, Ahearn was a formidable man. His hair was shorn, except for two thin warrior braids that hung from the sides. That hair had been left when all the other had been shaved at age five and had never been cut. He rode always prepared for battle with leather jerkin and steal enforced coverings on his leg. He had trained from age five in martial arts and was as dangerous unarmed as armed. He bore three weapons, a long unadorned sword, a shorter sword that was its twin but for length, and a dagger. He fought equally well with the two handed long sword or the shorter sword and dagger together.

Except for the two braids, he was clean shaven. The braids were jet black and braided intricately with beads marking his battles and challenges. His eyes, as black as his hair, were hard and cold. He was clad in leather breeches with the steel overtop, a blue cotton shirt, the leather jerkin, and black boots. His long sword rode in a sheath on his back and his short sword and dagger rode on his hips where they could be more easily drawn. He was muscular from hard work and training.

Like the other warriors who served Methos with steel, he wore no device to show loyalty. His loyalty was only to Methos and those who served Him. Convincing him that their crusade was just would take some fast talking by both the bard and the untrained Majay.