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The man had a round, bare head. It looked as though it was from a combination of balding and shaving. His face blended into his fat neck, both were bare of hair. His unremarkable lips wore a smile and were framed by light jowls, the sign of a man on the cusp of giving into sloth. A life indoors had left him with pale skin, but splotched with red from too much drinking and a generally indifferent attitude towards health. His eyes sat behind an unremarkable nose, their blue irises startling and were filled with not intelligence, but animal cunning.