"So who am I fighting?'' Zyra asked. She was still facing the rack.
"That would be me," a newcomer replied.
Zyra turned around in the direction of the new voice.
It was a male she hadn't recall seeing amongst the sea of Aguatian faces before.
He had the familiar silver hair with the blue tint that marked him as Aguatian but he was still somehow markedly different.
He stood out from the other Aguatians not only because of his regal bearing and finely embroidered clothing but also because his voice was smooth and cultured.
His coloring and even his hair was styled differently, unlike Aenon and the other guards he didn't sport a crew cut.
He had chosen to grow his hair long and had it tied in a loose ponytail with wispy bangs that escaped and curled at the nape of his neck.
A gorgeous male specimen that rivaled Cyril in the looks department.
