Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -u... - Henteria

He moved like someone who had practiced modesty until it became second nature. Up close, his face was ordinary in a way that sometimes revealed the sharpest edges: a narrow mouth, a nose that might have been broken once and set well enough, and eyes that seemed to shift color with the light. He carried a satchel—the sort that said he expected to be asked for documents and to produce them.