Albel became aware that he was being watched a few moments before the stranger actually revealed himself. He stopped walking and settled into a defensive stance automatically, bringing his stick up in front of him held horizontally. From that position, it would be easy to attack or defend.
He was completely naked, but he didn't intend to let that stop him from defending himself if need be.
Human, and looking younger than his actual age of 24, Albel's frame was skinny nearly to the point of looking starved, if it wasn't obvious that every inch of skin sheathed whipcord muscle primed for battle.
His hair was brown, but the tips were blond, cut raggedly and short except for a fall of hair that fell almost to the ground at his back, also tipped with yellow. Normally he kept that hair bound, but he had lost the wrappings along with the rest of his clothing.
He had only one arm. The left was gone from just below the shoulder, the skin ravaged and shiny with scar tissue as if it had been badly burned some years before, and then amputated in a culture that likely had never progressed as far as anesthetic, let alone antibiotics.
He couldn't understand a word the funny-lookin man had said. "I can't understand you!" he snapped in frustration, the Elicoorian words also so much gibberish to Orha.