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With long, unkempt golden hair that flowed wildly past his shoulders, a thick, sunken beard that seemed to devour half his face, and garments so tattered and stained they barely clung together — any wandering eye catching sight of the man from a distance would have surely mistaken him for a vagrant, or someone teetering on the edge of death by starvation and despair. Yet, should anyone dare approach close enough, they would be met with a surprising contrast: a pair of hawk-like eyes sharp with piercing focus, and the skin around them smooth, devoid of wrinkles or signs of age or hardship.
