Dark-skinned and well-muscled, Rafon is a charming young man in his early twenties. His friendly smile and bright white teeth are surrounded by a thin moustache and goatee, his black eyes sparkling at some unknown source of merriment. Clad in loose trousers and an unlaced tunic of coarse cotton that bares his chest, he stands comfortably within his market stall, making easy conversation with shoppers within the bazaar while sipping tea from a rounded clay cup. Rafon appears to be extraordinarily strong. He weighs about 168 pounds. He is loyal to Zanzibaar. You see nothing in it.