«Now let me introduce you to the person who will be responsible for your safety during the trip...»
He raised his hand elegantly and pointed to one side of the carriage.
I moved my eyes in the direction he was pointing and only then did I see him.
A tall man, athletic build and broad shoulders, waited with his hands behind his back. His black uniform, with fine silver stripes, looked freshly ironed, and every crease was in place, conveying something of the man's character. His black hair and sharp eyes reminded me of a wild animal. The way he looked me up and down in a single glance was annoying, to say the least.
He showed no respect whatsoever; he really didn't care at all.
—...Vice-Commander of the Mage Division," —Sebastian announced solemnly—. "Baltasar of Massedonea.
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The man stepped forward just enough for the sunlight to highlight the metallic shine of the insignia on his uniform.
He did not bow like the others.
