Target

So a tall slender gentleman just boarded the train carrying a five-foot longbow with a quiver of arrows slung across his back. 

He is probably 25 or 26, black, and has an old timey moustache twirled up into curls. 

His tan pantaloons are embroidered with green birds and little brown stars.

The door slid open, he stepped on, and we pulled away. Nobody else seems to be curious about this since they looked up, took note, and went back to their books and knitting.

I am dying to know what quest he is on.