Baki's almost a prototypical Suna nin, dressed in his tan colored uniform. The pliant flak jacket does a good job covering his muscled frame, and it's really his bulk that gives him away as a brawler. His specialty has always been a high risk, high reward merging of taijutsu and elemental based ninjutsu. He's taken more hits in his life than many shinobi would think prudent, his eye especially being what some would consider a career ending injury.

An ambassador would have been the choice, if this were peacetime and Summoning Island were an established group. Instead, with the village on guard and facing an unknown, Baki was considered best for the role, that he would be able to handle any incident should one arise, as well as putting a good foot forward should things go well.

"I am interested to hear it. I would also like to know more about who you are and where you've come from." He gestures towards them, "If you would follow me."

The buildings immediately inside the walls seem to be guard barracks, stout, stiff military buildings, and there's some space before the village proper begins. Living areas mix with wide streets ready to hold market stalls, wires and clothes lines crosscrossing the air between the tall sand colored buildings.