I turn and find a lovely young woman sitting beside me. She’s dressed in light gray Devicitian armor, her helmet is tucked beneath her arm. Her eyes are red like rubies, and she has golden scales where her hairline fades into waves of rich brown locks, falling past her shoulders. A demon of the sea. When I don’t respond, she smiles bleakly with pity. Her eyes linger around my neck where Kalel bit me. “So, you are… War is an awful thing, isn’t it?” She speaks sincerely.
