©"The man who boarded the Black Lotus, whose stem was adorned with the fierce muzzle of a dragon, looked old. A simple copper hoop crowned his head, preventing his mane of gray hair from scattering in the cold morning wind. However, neither years of wanderings nor gray hair , nor the wrinkles that furrowed his face could hide the straight posture, the firmness and strength with which he stepped onto the deck of the ship. He was wearing simple but good-quality clothes. He also had a knapsack on his shoulders - fairly worn, in patches. and a huge two-handed sword - as ancient and worn as its owner. The man who boarded the Black Lotus, whose stem was decorated with the fierce muzzle of a dragon, looked old. A simple copper hoop crowned his head, preventing his mane of gray hair from scattering. cold morning wind. However, neither the years of travel, nor the gray hair, nor the wrinkles that furrowed his face could hide the straight posture, the firmness and strength with which he stepped onto the deck of the ship. He was wearing simple but good-quality clothes. He also had a knapsack on his shoulders - pretty worn, in patches, and a huge two-handed sword - as ancient and shabby as its owner."