His attention was attracted to the big man in the front, 'He must be the one they call grand elder,' he observed and judged after feeling the aura the man exuded.
He was the only one of the trio that was in the rank of Squire (Rank 2). He was a big man, larger than even Cael, with a thick and unruly mane of dark hair. He had a rugged feeling to him, like a real mountain warrior.
Evander could swear he could fight a bear barehanded. The man had a short and neat trimmed beard that complemented his overall look, but what most attracted Evans's attention was the piercing grey eyes the man had.
It was a mesmerizing color, one that Evander had not seen before. Eamon stood up from behind his desk with a genuine smile. "Ah, you must be from the Stonehammer family. My name is Eamon, and I welcome thee to the Northern Star."
His words were measured but friendly. "Thank you for having us," the man at the front said politely, his voice deep and composed.
