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[misericord]

Here, then, is a slight worn-looking man of indeterminate age: he is probably in his forties, but the grey in his light hair, the lines about his eyes, suggest more than that. His face is tired and hard and sombre, and yet trustworthy; the face of an essentially gentle man who has learned to guard himself.  He wears plain, old-fashioned clothes,

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[greying_raven]

Luther smiles. "Hello."

[misericord]

A nod; the taciturnity is contagious.

[greying_raven]

"Luther." The offer of a hand.

[misericord]

Cordy takes it with a smile (the phrase "kindred spirit" will not be popularised for some decades yet, but he knows one when he sees one). "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[greying_raven]

"Same." Luther's smile becomes a little more inclusive, a little more (approving) something. He likes Cordy.