Ephraim glanced at Samuel, who was deep in thought. His electric-blue eyes were ridden with emotions so unreadable that even Ephraim thought to himself he was back on being what he was. Unable to deal with children—but then, the difference between then and now is that Samuel wasn't a child anymore. With all the things the two of them had gone through, he couldn't possibly see Sam as a brat who only knows how to banter anymore.
"Who . . . are you?"
Shey Ramgold, the Guild master, peered at two individuals whose faces she had never seen before. She lived in the Republic of Alaris for her whole life, but she had never seen these two. One with a brown hair and cracked spectacle, and a boy with a platinum-blond hair glistening from the sun complementing his crestfallen electric-blue eyes.
