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"We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us."
The foreigner clearly did not belong in Impiltur. His presence was unnervingly judgmental, piercing eyes projecting an alien gaze on those around him that gave no indication as to whether he was preparing to hug or gut someone.
He stood tall and proudly despite being away from home, head held high and crowned by a grey mane that cascaded down his shoulders and contrasted with the bronze of his skin which was imprinted with the strong scent of something dusty and animalistic, perhaps also a hint of blood.
His nose was blessed with a single steel ring piercing the left nostril, and a metal bar was visible on his right eyebrow which emphasized his facial expression whenever the brow was raised. But the true works of art were the trio of ivory rings that adorned his left ear, and the precise markings that dug into their immaculate surface, as well as the dark and red tattoos that covered his shoulders, arms, upper chest and calves.
They were all created in the same tribal, passionate but methodical style that depicted tales from an unknown land on his skin. Small people and landscapes could be seen as well as beasts of all shape and form. The most recognizable symbol was the maw of a dragon on the vulnerable surface of his throat, baring its teeth at the world.
Khoronzon, the Flamebearer
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