His face was the color of dusty shadow, touched above each
eye with a slash of white. Scars crisscrossed his dark face and bald head. One
on his cheek pulled the edge of his lip into half an unsettling smile. He wore
an unremarkable traveler’s outfit that hung down in such a way as to hide the
man beneath. Wherever he walked, be it over gravel or up old stairs, his
footsteps never seemed to make a sound. He also had a reputation for
materializing out of shadows. His response to people mentioning this was a
laugh and a wave.
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