Vacuse studied him... her?
He had never seen a creature like her before, and it wasn't surprising. There were hundreds of different races in the world. The most major were the humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, and beastmen.
There were also some minor but important ones like the fairies.
But the one standing before him must be even farther from the minor.
"What race are you?"
The strange creature bowed, mouth opening to reveal rows of small, sharp teeth. "I... am a Morrowling."
"Morrowling?" Vacuse asked with a frown.
The voice was unmistakably male. "Yes. That is what my race is called, but I fear I might be the very last of them."
Vacuse raised his brows. He was getting more and more interested. "And why is that?"
"We Morrowlings are creatures of the Force. We are very good at manipulating and using the different forces of the world. And that is why people hunt us down... our brains... provide a great boost to any Soulbearers... or any kind of Force users."
