Truly, from the a man of highly remarkable appearance was approaching.
The full light of the torch fell on a ghostly pale visage that appeared almost devoid of blood; long, shiny black locks hung from the uncovered head like dark snakes, tumbling messily to his shoulders. High-arching black brows and long lashes shadowed melancholy dark eyes full of banked fire, a hooked nose descended sharply towards a finely cut mouth in a smoothly shaven face that was haggard with resigned suffering.
Figure and bearing were youthful still, but the soul seemed matured by pain long before its time.
He was wearing body armour and greaves of black iron, and in his right hand, a battle axe on a long, lance-like shaft was glittering. Briefly nodding his head, he greeted the others and stood behind the old man.
- Translated from the German original on-the-fly.