Dark green scales covered its sloping leathery head, with two thick arms reaching down to its knees and ending in pointed fingers of sharp bone. Its face was closer to that of a lizard, with several rows of razor-sharp teeth.
It had been forged by Danagarr, the greatest blacksmith in Illian. He was also a very short-tempered dwarf when he wasn’t tending to his forge and anvil,
Asher could hear the heartbeat of every beast, the scrawny man included, thumping like thunder in his ears. He kept his mouth shut to try to avoid tasting the blood and shit in the air.
Interesting... The nights eye elixir sounds dangerously powerful.