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He was the most curious gentlemen (and I use that term in only the vaguest manner) I had seen in the vicinity of Ashetree Court. Upon inquiry of the more settled and elder tenants of that district, I learned his name was equally as peculiar as his appearance, being known as J. Trevalyn Moss.
As to his appearance, which I was assured was standard for him upon his rare ventures out of doors, it was simply this. Shockingly little could be seen of his form, but there was little enough to it begin with. Not that he was short, Heavens no. Reaching almost six and one-half feet in height, more when wearing his battered top-hat, which he always was, he possessed the most extreme thinness I had seen outside of the poor half-starved paupers begging outside the churches nearby. Unlike them, however, he seemed to be in the best health, at least as far as could be determined by simple observation.
As I have said, surmounting his frame was a battered top-hat. Underneath that was a sprawl of coarse black hair and a muffler that almost completely obscured his face, saving his prodigious nose and a pair of eyes that not so much as looked at the world around his as glared at it. As for the rest of him, it was covered in a black coat that stretched from collar down to nearly the tops of his boots. He wore no gloves, although this was not immediately obvious, as his hands were the palest I had ever seen, with very short fingers. By his stride, his legs accounted for fully half his height, and he always walked as if striding into a brisk wind.
After witnessing his passing-by, I soon learned what little I have related to you. One mystery compounded another, as although Mister Moss possessed no apparent employment, he was more then able to pay what small bills he accrued, as well as the rent for his rooms in Ashetree Court. What I found odder still were the statements that he was only seen out of doors perhaps one day in three, and then only during the colder months, not venturing out at all between the months of May to nearly the middle of October. I scarcely had time to ponder all of this before noting the time and then calling for a cab to bring me here.
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Author's note: I should probably stop reading GURPS Goblins before going to bed.
As to his appearance, which I was assured was standard for him upon his rare ventures out of doors, it was simply this. Shockingly little could be seen of his form, but there was little enough to it begin with. Not that he was short, Heavens no. Reaching almost six and one-half feet in height, more when wearing his battered top-hat, which he always was, he possessed the most extreme thinness I had seen outside of the poor half-starved paupers begging outside the churches nearby. Unlike them, however, he seemed to be in the best health, at least as far as could be determined by simple observation.
As I have said, surmounting his frame was a battered top-hat. Underneath that was a sprawl of coarse black hair and a muffler that almost completely obscured his face, saving his prodigious nose and a pair of eyes that not so much as looked at the world around his as glared at it. As for the rest of him, it was covered in a black coat that stretched from collar down to nearly the tops of his boots. He wore no gloves, although this was not immediately obvious, as his hands were the palest I had ever seen, with very short fingers. By his stride, his legs accounted for fully half his height, and he always walked as if striding into a brisk wind.
After witnessing his passing-by, I soon learned what little I have related to you. One mystery compounded another, as although Mister Moss possessed no apparent employment, he was more then able to pay what small bills he accrued, as well as the rent for his rooms in Ashetree Court. What I found odder still were the statements that he was only seen out of doors perhaps one day in three, and then only during the colder months, not venturing out at all between the months of May to nearly the middle of October. I scarcely had time to ponder all of this before noting the time and then calling for a cab to bring me here.
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Author's note: I should probably stop reading GURPS Goblins before going to bed.