A dark-haired man stands stooping before you. He's in his forties, but at first glance he could easily be mist

A dark-haired man stands stooping before you. He's in his forties, but at first glance he could easily be mistaken for much older. His weary face is crisscrossed with innumerable wrinkles. His weak eyes squint at the light, and moves his lips silently as if talking to an invisible companion. He raises his head as you approach.