"Ivan, that must be him" said the Doxon Lady who Jelena had identified as Elora.
Ivan remained silent and was merely eyeing Hal with scrutiny,
"Yes, it must be." Artyom said with a nod and a frown.
"The rumors don't do his looks justice." Elora said and licked her lips.
Artyom seemed disgusted by this for a few seconds before he shook his head and said,
"But he's surely not a Doxon"
Ivan turned to him,
"Oh, You really think so?" He asked.
Artyom scoffed,
"Great in numbers as Doxons might be, I believe I can recognize a member when I see one" he said with smug confidence.
"Oh really now? Why don't you take a closer look and tell me who his face reminds you of? It shouldn't take that long, it's a face that constantly haunts us and our development and position in the family" Ivan said with a sigh.
This time, Artyom did indeed take a closer look and so did Elora before the eyes of the two widened.
