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A list of all pages that have property "Description" with value "Savage finds itself wanting when describing Muiryn Greenmarch. If his stature wasn't enough the array of scars left by who-knows-what might be the tipping point; he looks, by no means, civilised. Shoulder length hair is most often a wind-torn mess, only ever tied back if he needs it out of his eyes, and his blond-auburn-flecked beard frames thick set features has seen no maintenance. Set beneath dark brows are eyes of haunting tempests; dark, ocean blue, flecked in with silver-grey. The man is broad shouldered and his life of hard labour has done him justice at least, more bulk than lean muscle. Muiryn's posture is one of a man that has grown accustomed to stooping beneath door frames for most of his life, seen in the forward roll of his shoulders and a casual slouch. It is a rare occasion that he draws to his full height, being quite comfortable trying to blend in with the crowd; despite how ridiculous that may be. His voice is akin to a distant, rumbling thunder that calls attention to the speaker even if he doesn't mean to.". Since there have been only a few results, also nearby values are displayed.

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    • Muiryn Greenmarch  + (Savage finds itself wanting when describin
      Savage finds itself wanting when describing Muiryn Greenmarch. If his stature wasn't enough the array of scars left by who-knows-what might be the tipping point; he looks, by no means, civilised. Shoulder length hair is most often a wind-torn mess, only ever tied back if he needs it out of his eyes, and his blond-auburn-flecked beard frames thick set features has seen no maintenance. Set beneath dark brows are eyes of haunting tempests; dark, ocean blue, flecked in with silver-grey. The man is broad shouldered and his life of hard labour has done him justice at least, more bulk than lean muscle. Muiryn's posture is one of a man that has grown accustomed to stooping beneath door frames for most of his life, seen in the forward roll of his shoulders and a casual slouch. It is a rare occasion that he draws to his full height, being quite comfortable trying to blend in with the crowd; despite how ridiculous that may be. His voice is akin to a distant, rumbling thunder that calls attention to the speaker even if he doesn't mean to.
      to the speaker even if he doesn't mean to.)