"Let's make him our last hope. If nothing good comes from him, we cease living here then."
The Duke said to himself as he decided to walk towards a man who was sitting all by himself under a tree which was by the road side. He didn't want to go to the man but an instinct implored him to.
From the distance, the man looked unkept. His hair was loose and his robe dirty. His face was smeared and had a croaky voics. He could tell what the sound was like by the crooning of the fellow.
The man's leg was bare. He was with no sandals. His fingers were dirty and the nails were stocked with greens. He had no idea from where the man had come.
He dragged very close and stood at the front of the man. He should look up of course. Look up at the person standing before him, but the fellow acted as though the Duke was invisible.
The Duke was almost going to think that the same voodoo had worked on the untidy fellow until the man stopped crooning and spoke,