Lek hisses my name under his breath, trying not to draw attention to us. His colossal frame casts a shadow large enough for Gillam and me to hide under. His full brown beard engulfs his face, giving him the appearance of a wild man, but his armour tells a different story. His family crest – a bear with two axes above it, framed within the emblem of a shield – indicates his privileged background.
