The first time he saw him step onto the gangway and stand there, Sak was fairly certain Chap was freshly out of the
monkhood. Skirting by him you’d get the scent of saffron robes and feel the refreshing emanations merit earns in
temples. He was lanky and lean as a herringbone on legs. The hair on his head had hardly grown back half an inch.
His skin was so pale you could see the sinews.