Behind it was Balan Thok’s father, or maybe grandfather. Cunningly, the old villain peered at us from around the edge of his mask. His face was as wrinkled as an old boot. The sides of his head were shaven, and filth-choked white hair puffed from the top like a thistle. His long reindeer coat was fringed with black fur and covered with bits of polished bone and metal.