You wake up by a pile of apples falling on your head. Maybe going to sleep between the produce wasn't the best idea considering this rickety cart. The ride this far was rough, but you are eager for the adventure that awaits you along the Vintras Road to Abaleth, way, way out east.

Your forehead feels sore, you look around for anything shiny and find the faceguard of the trader you're hitching a ride with. A metal face, designed to instill fear in the hearts of the enemy, stares back at you but you find the most shiny spot on it. Looking at your forehead you see no bruises and.. you also see yourself! Please, describe what you look like.
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