[i]Detective Bowel walked into the courtyard several minutes later, smoking a pipe, fumes obscuring his face. As he approached Xavier, Bowel threw the pipe aside, breathing out smoke. His hair was gray and his skin wrinkled, his eyes deep shade of brown. His mustache was thick and bushy, yet gray. He appeared to be in his mid-forties. Smiling at the man, Bowel spoke in a deep, raspy voice.[/i] "Xavier! Yah came! Ah've heard so much about cha, all good things." [i]Bowel extended a hand, his brown eyes meeting Xavier's.[/i]