You see a man who reeks of vanity — and clearly out of his element here in the forest. His cheeks and forehead

You see a man who reeks of vanity — and clearly out of his element here in the forest. His cheeks and forehead are generously powdered, his hair and moustache waxed but bent, as if he slept poorly. His fine clothes are tattered and blood-stained, and a rapier is held tightly in his hand.