I never would have expected the clouted and venerated Mayor of Demme to be a man so…short.
He's several heads shorter than me, I can see the middle of his grey covered head, and the urge to pat it like he's a kid has not left me since his appearance.
Perhaps it's simply because he's old? Yes, it could be that this man was at an average height for a man back in his prime before turning old and getting so short.
I struggle not to ask and I don't, instead I put my hand out for him and wear a kindly smile as I begin to introduce myself, "I'm Asher, Lord and Mayor of Aste."
"Ho! Ho! HO!" he lets out a hearty chuckle, one that quickly alleviates the mean faces that are scattered in the crowd of warriors behind him.
