Behind his masked helmet, his eyes glittered.

Ahead of him, he could see Ottar leading the way, his red-dyed beard protruding from under his masked helmet.

The cloak of old age seemed to fall away from him, revealing a menacing warrior in his mail coat and masked helmet.

A figure in a torn and dirty tunic, metal bands shining on his bare arms, eyes glinting behind his masked helmet, strode forward.