There were seventy thousand souls in Salastria, and I felt most of their eyes on me as I walked up the main street carrying the humungous qi core on my shoulder. Imagine someone walking down main street pushing a cart full of gold dressed as a fairy. Fortunately I was intimidating enough to discourage a mugging. The tallest of men came up to my chin where most were a couple of feet short.
My brown skin looked like timber in colour and texture. My chest was bare, muscular, and made the women swoon; or so I was told. While the women stared at me there was no doubt that men gawked at Gisael and Sakaala. They were lithe and athletic with enough curves to make a man drool.
