Filthy? The big man’s black hair was greasy and tangled. Sooty smudges mottled his face. Green teeth, dark stains in the crevices between them. Knuckles and fingernails encrusted with grime. His clothes had been worn so long between washings that the fabrics were limp, exhausted. But no. Mere filth wasn’t what made him such a frightening presence. Eyes? They were green with orange striations, or perhaps orange with green striations.
