CRACK!
Flames licked at the firewood in the hearth, letting out a soft crackle.
The man with his back to the room slowly drew his gaze away from the mural before him.
He turned around.
The dim, yellow firelight finally illuminated his face.
He was a burly man, nearly two meters tall. Beneath strands of gray-white hair, a pair of matching gray-white eyes were sunken deep in their sockets.
The gray-white stubble on his chin was like a layer of frost. A hideous scar ran diagonally from his left brow bone to his jaw, like a centipede entrenched on his pale skin.
He wore a suit of form-fitting silver Leather Armor. The firelight danced across his body, casting his shadow on the wall like a white bear poised to strike.
GULP!
Seeing this, Chat unconsciously swallowed, lowering his head even further, hardly daring to meet the man's gaze.
"You're saying..."
Ired began, his voice so deep it sounded as if it were being forced from his chest.
