"Tall chap;" began Charles, "about six foot eight.. medium build.. wears a sombrero 'round this time of year.. sometimes reading glasses.. big, massive white fur coat.. only thing bigger than his teeth is his head."
If Charles and Dunk weren't at the time standing on a really snowy mountain, the long gap before Charles' next sentence would probably have been filled with wind noises and a tumbleweed or two.
"So, have you seen him?"
Dunk abruptly interrupted, looking a mite puzzled- "Dude- medium build? 'the Heck?"
"Medium build. You know. It's like a thing that people say."
From down there, Dunk's eyebrow looked rather unconvinced. Charles continued..
"I don't know what it means or anything."
Dunk rolled his eyes and took over Charles' pestering of the old guy.
"Don't pay too much attention to cereal-boy here, he's not exactly searchlight material. Now, we were just wonderOh my God you look like Yul Brenner."
Dunk turned to Charles- "Dude! How much does he look like Yul"