" Finally, Wulf reacted to the constant staring and head-shaking. “What are you looking at?” he demanded of one young soldier—a youth barely out of his teens. The cavalry trooper pointed to Ulf, who was a few meters away. “That man,” the trooper said. “You look just like him.” Wulf scowled at his brother, then at the young Arridan. “No I don’t,” he retorted crisply. “He looks like me.” Then he added darkly, if not logically, “And he’d better stop doing it if he knows what’s good for him!” Thoroughly confused, the trooper continued "

― John Flanagan , Scorpion Mountain (Brotherband Chronicles, #5)