Hulking Guard didn’t quite seem extreme enough to capture the man waiting for us in the hallway. He was massive, easily close to seven feet tall, and solid, like a human oak tree. I was pretty sure his biceps must be thicker than my waist. He was middle-aged, or close to it, and wore a leather outfit similar to what Jordan’s parents had worn, but his leather vest was sleeveless, revealing dark tattoos of geometric symbols down his forearms and wrists, and a leather cross-belt wrapped over his chest, holding a knife and a small square of something that looked like sandpaper. A thick layer of stubble covered his jaw and chin, and his dark brown hair was close-cropped but spiked up a bit in the front, speckled here and there with grey. He leaned against the wall a few paces down the hallway, head nearly brushing the ceiling, fiddling absently with a stray match he held in the corner of his mouth. His eyes were focused but unreadable as he watched us approach.
Chapter 26: Not One of Them
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