As Escuro and Salvaxe approached the cottage an old man came out. He has long, unkempt grey hair that falls in uneven strands around his face and shoulders, tangled and coarse, while his thick beard– also grey and streaked with darker remnants– spreads across his chest in a wild, natural mass. There are deep lines carved into his face, especially around his eyes and mouth, giving him a weathered, almost carved appearance, as though time itself has etched its passage into his skin. He was dressed in worn, layered clothing made of rough wool frayed at the edges and patched in places. A thick fur coat is draped over his shoulders, heavy and unrefined, its texture coarse and uneven. The sleeves of his garments are tattered, revealing glimpses of his aged hands, which are rough and calloused. The old man stood in the doorway of his cottage, one hand gripping the warped wooden frame the other trembling at his side as he spotted the two figures emerging through the trees.
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