Chapter 213: Jungle (P2)

It takes all of my strength not to turn away from the man. Anselm seems to fare a lot better but the truth remains that he is hideously disfigured. 

The skin of his cheek droops downward like sludge, leaving several little openings into his mouth, I can see his teeth, his tongue through his cheek. 

He has no eyelids, but with whatever happened to the man I'm sure he is grateful if only to have eyes, although they stare unblinkingly at us. Whatever took his eyelids was sure to take his brows as well, all in all making him look like an alien beast, a creature right at home in this forest.

"You must be a Lord of great mettle." He says, and for the first time I notice the distortion in his speech, one caused by having such a mouth. His jaw hangs open and he swallows, "My Lord looked upon me and immediately cast me away...useless he said."