Step aside, and let

It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,Neither did he come forward to pat him on the back nor offer him water.,He drew his dagger from his belt, and bending over, he cut a strip of flesh from the side of the man's head near his ear. He then tossed the bloody piece into a bag filled with filth.。