A tall, shaggy red haired man in a run down civilian shuttle appeared out of an a near unstable hyperspace jump. The man was looking for work, the place in the universe that had stable craftsmanship jobs without fear of invasion were none, and war in the past few years had torn away the work he had found. He sent out a signal with his extensive and all encompassing credentials as a craftsman, with a simple name on the record "Muth". His age on the record was explained as a scientific and magical anomaly.
The man was seriously her to work as a craftsman, that was and is all he cared about, his shuttle didn't even have shields, much less weapons, and his credentials had impeccable recording of what kind of craftsmanship he was capable of, with attention to the details of record-keeping to insure, yes, he did indeed achieve what was on these records.
