An ambassador was entering that refuge. It was nearly noon, so the sun was almost showing itself in the middle of the ring of dense clouds on Saphyr's sky. People were looking at him with surprise. His clothes were very eccentric, after all, not to mention the aura that he had around him. His eyes were darting around as if he was searching for someone.
That ambassador had not only his clothes made from white wool with details in silver, but his hair was also white. Not grizzly, but pure white. It was difficult to say whether it was artificial or not, though.
He had several scars on his face, which served to show his experience in battle. Those scars were worst than only ugly. It was hard to look at his face without getting nausea.
