Atlantea performed another one of her rituals, bidding the large oyster before Tycondrius and Krysaos to open.
Revealed within... was a bronze-skinned humanoid.
The short, dark hair was familiar to him... as well as the powerful build. However, the gentleman's body was more... lithe, its defined muscles more compact.
He was not human. The fellow's tapered ears were undeniable proof of that. Just as strange, his facial hair had not yet grown back, though it had been several suns since he'd last shaved.
The shape of his face was different than Tycon knew. However, a combat scar remained on his cheek-- one that he had personally seen the gentleman earn.
The oystered man was... Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark-ened... Elf.
Without armor... without clothing... he tightly held the twinned Swords of the Forgotten King in his hands.
"Huh," Krysaos crossed his arms... "Those... don't look like swords.
