It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,She wasn't a germaphobe, but the close-up visual assault made her feel physically uncomfortable instinctively.,He drew his dagger from his belt, and bending over, he cut a strip of flesh from the side of the man's head near his ear. He then tossed the bloody piece into a bag filled with filth.。
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