A man emerges from a cloud of dust, nothing is known about him but what is visible to the senses.
Tall and wide this man appears to have no eyes, only a cold black pair of lenses.
Over his shoulder some strip of cloth, a symbol of his rank? some fragment torn from a painting or tapestry during his pilageing?
In one hand a length of wood (a primitive club perhaps?) in the other a sphere of some sort, a stone?

slowly walking into view he raises the club above his head in a sudden violent motion while bringing the sphere to meet his chest. your eyes widen, you take a step back. Blood pressure rising, muscles tightening, breathing quick shallow breathes you prepare for battle.

"greetings friend!"
the man bellows down at you smileing

After you momentary pause you begin to realize a few things.
The rag over his shoulder a Dish towel, in his hands are rolling pin and a ball of dough.
And The dust surrounding him is no more than common baking flour!

after a long silent moment you manage to ask him a qwestion
"who... who are you?!"

the man laughs.

"i said who are you!"
you ask again irritated now (who is this stranger and how dare they laugh at your inquiry)

"me?" the man asks still chuckling,

"my name is Murdon and I'm here to bake you a cake"