The door opened from the inside.
It flew inward and slammed against the wall with a heavy crash. The hinges screamed and the steel frame shook. Whoever was behind the door clearly wanted to make an entrance.
Warlord Drask stepped through.
He looked exactly like Maeve's dossier had described, and somehow worse. The man stood around six feet tall, but his posture made him seem larger. His chest was pushed forward, his shoulders were straight, and his chin was raised like someone who had spent decades looking down on everyone around him. He was completely bald, his scalp covered in scars that crossed over one another where his skull had been opened and repaired.
His eyes were not human. Two glowing red lenses sat deep inside metal housings bolted directly to his skull.
