She wondered about the Boldei. Who were they, and was she meant to hate them like the Alöweans? On a few occasions, she had noticed prisoners with bark-like skin. She had later learned that they were Boldei prisoners. Though she only ever observed them from a distance, their large stature and red-brown, bark-like skin was unmistakable.
As Namél watched from above, she spotted a lone Boldei prisoner looking up at her window. His eyes were not dark like the others, but white. Pressing her hand against the glass, she wondered if the Boldei prisoner saw her. He placed his hand against his chest then slowly turned away to focus on his labor. As he did so, she noticed an intricate, black design like a tattoo covering his back.
The moment reminded her how little she knew about Illirium. It made
