Jamie, who had insisted on walking most of the way to spare the horse, was a disreputable sight indeed, hose stained to the knees with reddish dust, spare shirt torn by brambles and a week's growth of beard bristling fiercely from cheek and jaw. His hair had grown long enough in the last months to reach his shoulders. Usually clubbed into a queue or laced back, it was free now, thick and unruly, with small bits of leaf and stick caught in the disordered coppery locks. Face burned a deep ruddy bronze, boots cracked from walking, dirk and sword thrust through his belt, he looked a wild Highlander indeed.
Jamie, who chose to walk during their journey to avoid tiring the horse, presented a rather unkempt appearance. His legs were dusted with reddish dirt, and his shirt was ragged from getting caught in brambles. After a week without shaving, his face was adorned with a coarse beard, and his hair flowed freely past his shoulders, unbound and wild. Traces of nature clung to his messy copper hair, highlighting his rough, untamed look.
With his sunburned skin reminiscent of deep bronze and his worn boots showing signs of extensive walking, Jamie embodied the image of a rugged Highlander. His weapons—a dirk and a sword—were strapped securely at his waist, reinforcing his formidable presence. This disheveled warrior, marked by the elements, stood out as someone who had endured the hardships of his environment and was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
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