Aldrich looked Emrys over.
Emrys was an elderly man with age whitened hair, long enough to reach down to his neck and a thick, bristly moustache and beard that still retained some flecks of youthful black.
His attire was formal, suited up without any combat preparation.
Yet, in spite of that, Emrys did not feel weak. He was a large man standing exactly at two meters with a broad-shouldered, muscled build that belied his age.
What was most striking about Emrys were his eyes. They were pitch black with bright white dots for pupils.
Aldrich briefly looked around, scanning for threats. The Dominion was running on auto-pilot. Aside from some minor helper drones, the entire place was empty.
As if to confirm Aldrich's thoughts, Emrys spoke. "The Dominion has no personnel on it other than me. I apologize for bringing Lightspeed and Valkyrie. But they are, as you noted, insurance."
'This human…is strange,' said Volantis. 'My sight strains when it gazes upon him. Argh-!'
