His knees were brought together and only kept separate by his fingers which he had entwined together, and though he tried to tense his body, hoping to steady it, it did nothing to stop his legs from trembling.
All these described a tall lanky man, he had white spots on his dark hair telling of his experience, but his vibrant eyes told of the energy that he still had within him.
Though vibrant, the man's eyes didn't tell of joy or happiness, but of fear, heart-gripping fear.
Tulna Tamor was this man's name, a moderately rich trader who had been on the road traveling to trade his goods.
Wine, gold, and rare stones were what Tamor traded, these items always being in demand and fetching him excellent profits, and the best thing about them was their lack of interest to real cultivators.
With his usual protection of several level 1 and 2 mortals especially two level 3 mortals, Tamor had no worries concerning his travels
