Redheads are commonly thought to be weird, both bold and brash in their actions. They aren't people to be messed with and they are hard to pin down in one place.
Redheads jump from one place to another, always searching for an adventure, never in the same place for too long.
Zey, the 1st lieutenant commander, is a redhead.
It might have been something predominant in his genes, or it could be entirely something else.
Zey the light faey was frolicking around the Glass Citadel as he arrived a bit later than what was expected of him.
The aftermath of the daemon attack was ugly as hell, and he grimaced at the extent of the damage.
"Oh, dear spirits. This is going to need a whole lot of rebuilding." He mused.
Servants were passing through here and there, cleaning up the rubble and other broken things. Sweeping with magic and repairing what they can.
