A cold wind blew over the court as Alger carried the last crate for the day over to the growing pile. The breeze lifted his long blonde hair until it floated out behind him in a train of illuminated gold white. Had he seen it himself and the way that the fading daylight made it seem to glow from within, he would have known how beautiful the waist length strands of gold were. As it was, he had no idea. Such things simply held no interest for him.
As far as appearance went, the only thing he thought was important was that he had serviceable robes to wear and that he remained fit enough to be able to keep up with the rangers and warriors he had to heal during battle. He had absolutely no idea that he stood out from the rest of his race, who were all uniformly perfect.
Ba'ith watched him inv
