A rodent of a man, scuttling on two legs. His pale, pockmarked skin is blotched and uneven, made all the filthier by the wiry tangle of black hair clinging to his scalp and upper lip in greasy patches. His teeth, crooked and jaundiced, gnash on a wad of loose tobacco, staining them further with every grimace. The stench of stale ale festers on his breath, a sour, cloying reek that seems to curdle the air.
He is often phlegmy, hacking and snorting with wet, rattling breaths. His throat and nose gurgle with the constant, guttural clearing of some unseen clog, sending globs of spit and snot spattering onto the cobblestones.
Yet, despite the foulness of his person, his armor gleams in stark, almost mocking contrast. The polished metal bears the insignia of the Harbor Guard, pristine and unblemished, as though the man inside were someone worthy of respect. But there is no mistaking him. His eyes, dull and mean, slither over the cobblestones. His sneer, twisted and twitching, drips with barely contained contempt. When he spits his vitriol, it comes in a whiny, nasal rasp, a voice as unpleasant as the man himself.
He is often phlegmy, hacking and snorting with wet, rattling breaths. His throat and nose gurgle with the constant, guttural clearing of some unseen clog, sending globs of spit and snot spattering onto the cobblestones.
Yet, despite the foulness of his person, his armor gleams in stark, almost mocking contrast. The polished metal bears the insignia of the Harbor Guard, pristine and unblemished, as though the man inside were someone worthy of respect. But there is no mistaking him. His eyes, dull and mean, slither over the cobblestones. His sneer, twisted and twitching, drips with barely contained contempt. When he spits his vitriol, it comes in a whiny, nasal rasp, a voice as unpleasant as the man himself.
