Good looking fella. Yea high. [He mimes the height with a hand, adds a few other descriptors that could really work for a large number of people. It's all and all not very helpful, especially when Travis does not account for the same grizzly fashion that hounds himself--being a younger guy but a fondness for heavy drinking and being out in the woods for large swathes of time.

(And the fact that that town did things to people. If you knew where to look, no matter how much you had your wits about you.)] Naw, man. I'm serious. Had my neck pierced right here. [He claps a hand to the back of his neck.] Drank me like a slurpy. All my blood.