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For maybe a full minute we fronted each other unmoving and with never a word; and thus at last I beheld this man Tressady.
A tall, lusty fellow, square of face and with pale eyes beneath a jut of shaggy brow. A vivid neckerchief was twisted about his head and in his hairy ears swung great gold rings; his powerful right hand was clenched to knotted fist, in place of his left glittered the deadly hook.