It takes Mark almost two days of waiting, watching, observing, disguising, chattering, waiting, watching, waiting, watching... until the man appears at the temple.
The description the vendor gave is fit. The young man, a norm, is in his late twenties, maybe his early thirties. His reddish-brown beard reaches almost to his breast, though it's growing thin in its lower parts. His hair matches the beard: It hardly ever saw a comb. Instead, it's just hanging down in long tangles and tails. Despite his appearance, "gross" is not the best word to describe him. He doesn't seem dirty in comparison to other people in the temple and the area around. His orange robe is relatively clean, the spot on his forehead shining bright in a pale face. He seems friendly and nice. When Mark first spots him, and immediately alerts the group, he is on his way to enter the temple. His expression is bright, he seems gleeful.
