The latch closed and the door swung open. Rhyparia grimaced as the stranger’s face became visible. She should have been comforted by the fact that he wasn’t another dimiour, but a human. Instead she was taken aback by the dozens of scars on his face that crisscrossed every which way, making his skin look like a patchwork quilt.
Saikatto, already metioned. The one mendac destroyed the face of.
