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| He is a tall man, sitting in an armchair in the corner. One minute he seems calm and lost in thought, the second he fidgets, as if about to rush out of the room, but then sitting down again. He is very agitated. He is wearing a black shirt with short sleeves and some sort of red military insignia, which you do not recognize. He is also wearing black and gray camouflage pants. His muscles fill the shirt nicely. He rubs his left arm occasionally and grimaces, but the obvious pain seems to work as a way to calm down and remind him of the tasks that need to be done. The exact spot he rubs is under the sleeve, so you don't know what it is that hurts so much to touch - maybe an old battle wound or a new tattoo. Despite the happy and gay atmosphere of the faerie forest he doesn't seem too happy.
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