The man had skin painted in red, elevated lines that looked almost like refined and carefully excavated scars lining his body—across his shoulders, his arms, his torso, even his face. Rather than the often unappealing lines formed by scars, these were low-profile elevations that looked more like tattoos…
And they all radiated with gold.
Other than his mustache, the man had not a single note of hair on his body at all. His eyes were abyssal depths of black, and when he saw Sylas' appearance, his first reaction was that of rage.
He had just been about to begin, and he was pretty sure that this Sylas was the very same young man the receptionist had contacted him about just moments earlier.
But soon after, he noticed Leia's small frame behind Sylas, and his rage could only become a frown. He was well aware of how things worked in this world, and he had a guess as to what had happened.
