Vision
The scaled hand drew back the pale yellow sheet, revealing a gaunt olive-skinned face framed by loose-hanging silver hair. “Yes. That’s him. Odalath. Emissary of the Order of Mystics on…
The scaled hand drew back the pale yellow sheet, revealing a gaunt olive-skinned face framed by loose-hanging silver hair. “Yes. That’s him. Odalath. Emissary of the Order of Mystics on…
“Where is it?” The pasty-skinned Light Singer sounded friendly enough as he loomed over the grayish-brown furred Lotorian chained against the rough stone column. Nothing friendly about that crimson aura,…