Chapter Nine
There seemed to be an aura of power surrounding the woman which Searon couldn’t explain. She resembled a kheshlar ranger with a bow attached to her back next to a quiver. Her black steel armor caught his attention with thick pointed shoulder pads and stripes of white to match her hair. Strangely, she only wore a steel gauntlet on her right hand while her left remained bare, showing long fingernails. The armor on her bosom was half the depth of Starlyn’s. Silver scale mail covered her legs before they were met by parted boots just above her knees. Three sharp points like daggers rose to her knees from each boot, looking deadlier than the dagger she kept at Starlyn’s throat.
Despite her exotic appearance, nothing kept Searon’s attention more than the woman’s face. It appeared
