‘The Jehar are of the Old Blood. A people that dwelt here before Elyon’s Scourging–they survived both fire and water when the giant clans and the race of men were decimated. I say survived, but maybe they were spared–I know not,’ he shrugged. ‘All that is told of them is that they are fanatical. They live to serve Elyon, and they are reputed to be warriors without equal, trained from when they can stand.’ He smiled, teeth and eyes reflecting red in the glow of the dying fire. ‘I know not how much truth is in these tales. But some, at least.’
