somewhat short man with a slender frame. His sunken-in eyes dart about, surveying every nook and cranny. There is an intensity in his gaze, borne of determination, desperation, or both. He has long, but thinning, black hair that is streaked with grey and tied into a ponytail with a bit of twine, pulled away from his hollow cheeks that are nonetheless partially obscured by an unkempt, sparse and wiry, grey and black beard. The sleeves of his grey shirt hang off of spindly arms; thin long-fingered hands poke out its cuffs. It is tucked into matching trousers; and he is so gaunt, it almost seems empty. Back and shoulders somewhat hunched, he moves a little stiffly, yet his black leather boots make little noise as he walks. They have long lost their lustre, as has the thin black leather belt he wears round his waist upon which is clipped a small, plain, scabbard of the same material wherein lies a dagger, the unadorned dark wooden hilt of which protrudes from the drab black cloak he wears. Though his appearance in general indicates great age, his wheatish skin is smooth, and entirely unwrinkled, medeival fantasy, dynamic lighting, Dungeonsanddraons, Presto

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