The man on the card is leaning forward against a waist high fence. A boyishly exuberant smile gleams up at you, the green eyes full of merriment. His bright red hair has been touseled and holds the remnants of a battle with a haystack. His green dyed leather jherkin has been unlaced in the warmth of the day and his green shirt sleeves have been rolled up. Pale are the hands of an artist or a craftsman, confident and sure. The leggings and boots, also in green, are of the same fine construction as the rest of his clothes but have been accorded no more respect than his hair. Noticing your attention, he has paused in some game and come over to ask, "Won't you come play?"