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The figure walks out of the gloom, and Skye can see him clearly for the first time. Dressed in a grimed and dirty red robe, but the man doesn't seem to be a begger, or someone who takes no pride in their appearance. He carries himself like a prince, standing as tall as he can in the cramped conditions. His face is contorted with barely-controlled anger, but that is not the worst of him. Skye gasps as she sees his eyes.
Yellow, and black-pupilled. A lizard's eyes.
"SPEAK!" He yells, in a voice like an avalanche, and the very mountain shakes in fear...
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