The youth had short hair as red as a ruby, with slightly pale skin and a handsome face. He looked familiar to Ilodyer.
"Salyd..." Ilodyer momentarily forgot where he was and softly called out.
The youth smiled at Ilodyer. "Do you know me?" In the next moment, he appeared before him, moving so quickly that even Ilodyer, an elves, was startled.
The youth approached Ilodyer, placing his hand around his waist and his other hand gently gripping his delicate chin.
"Human?" The youth eyes were a beautiful ruby-like red. "I thought you were an elves... but humans with black eyes are truly rare."
The scent emanating from the youth was one that Ilodyer found extremely familiar: the scent of death.
Ilodyer couldn't quite describe it, but it was a smell that someone accustomed to a dangerous life would sense when they got close—a scent he couldn't ignore.
