Priest of Myrrah
He was a matured man, his wheat colored hair speckled with white. the thinning crowd seemed to give the man a wide berth, perhaps out of fear, perhaps respect. whatever the case, he made his way to me without a single townsperson bothering him.
The Rescue
Michael looked like he always did in smooth; a slightly taller than average, well developed mature man with shoulder length white hair, sort of like a beardless santa claus.