Rincewind propped Twoflower as nicely as possible against the tree, and
by moonlight – and, he realized, by the faint red light of the menacing new
star – took the first real look at his rescuer.
The man had only one eye; the other was covered by a black patch. His
thin body was a network of scars and, currently, twanging white-hot with
tendonitis. His teeth had obviously decided to quit long ago.