163 Wiarno City and the Slith Sect (2)

The cold night-time autumn winds swept through the skinny and wrinkled old man's dirty copper-brown hair. Though, his hair wasn't really dirty - it was just the slightly off-colour coppery sheen that made it look so. And if one looked closer, he also wasn't skinny - he was lean, yes - but well-muscled and power in frame.

And neither was he wrinkled nor old - it was just the grey powdery texture and tone of his skin that made him seem so old and weathered by the years.

The old but not old, wrinkled but not wrinkled and copper-brown / blonde haired old man/ youth stood by the gates of what looked to be a small outpost in the middle of the wilderness - and shivered.

He pulled his robes tighter around his body and muttered under his breath a cantrip spell to warm himself. The night's were getting colder and colder, especially here in the open country with barely any buildings, sparse trees and just craggy, rocky peaks wherever he turned.