He regains himself quickly, finishing his speech with a small amount of grace, but his eyes are blazing with fury. Another waft of the sea spray, and amber attacks my nose and, before I realise what I am doing, I glance quickly at the owner.
The impact of his stare is immediate and uncomfortable. He's watching me through narrowed eyes, his expression grim and assessing. It’s almost as if he is asking me a question that I have no hope of understanding.
The next man steps forward, he is slight, but I can see a strength in his limbs that belies his frame. He addresses both Lycur and I, his eyes capture our attention and holds it. He is unafraid to look me in the eye; a quality I begrudgingly respect. “This one is Maynard, son of Omad. His father is known for his honesty and Maynard has a
