Sapphire pursed her lips. “This man struck a rivalry with our master many years ago. They were racing to recover Naijwa’s journals and other memoirs surrounding her work. Yes,” she said, sighing. “He has the Baidh accent.” “White hair. Heavy brows.” Kefier closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall. “A distinct walk. Like a man who used to be very strong but now can’t face the idea that he is getting old. Big frame. Expensive-looking clothes.”
