Murky brown eyes glint cruelly from under a mop of blood and grime-encrusted hair. Limp strands have entangled into the mangy beard that hangs from his square face. Small bits of flesh and entrails have also managed to work their way into his hair and beard. Dried blood and filth flake off wherever his weather-beaten skin shows. Powerful limbs move with the ease and grace of someone who has spent a lifetime fighting, yet he carries no visible weapons with him. A horrid array of scars and infested wounds cover his hands, forearms, and shins