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Shimmering in and out of view, the pale form of Bennett stands amidst the prison rubble, looking sadly at something only he can see. He wears a simple grey robe,and his hair is cut short and uneven. Though his face reflects a deep sorrow, and his body is malnourished, he is still a handsome man. Faint discolourations are just visible upon his visage, the last remnants of the bruising he bore in life. Exposed by long tears in his robe, large gashes lacerate his ghostly flesh, and his hands are twisted and crushed. "You should leave... Tenwat feels your footsteps even now...""I fear for your life." --Krypton 18:08, 9 October 2007 (GMT)