There are things in this part of the world we really should try to avoid.’ ‘I told you not to worry, Luc. Everything will be just fine. I know what I’m doing,’ Gilbert replied confidently. DeMassey lifted his feet from his stirrups and stretched his legs out. Gilbert sat on his horse, with one leg over the pommel, the image of perfect calm. They were the same age, and yet Gilbert always assumed an older, wiser air which irritated most people. It wasn’t a façade, either. Gilbert had been like that from a child. His ill-proportioned body had taken years to develop any real strength. His face, never attractive, had grown even uglier over the years. Thick black eyebrows shadowed small eyes of a pale amber. Below them sat a nose so large it almost had an identity of its own. There was a crooked mouth too, with crooked teeth to match, one of which was missing from a boyhood battle with a fighting staff. As though to shun any attempt to hide his looks, Gilbert wore his rust red hair long in a braid down his back and gave every indication of being a dangerous, menacing warrior.
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