There was a sharp and twisted intelligence in the akar’s eyes. His midnight hair was long and draped about his shoulder. His body was clustered with even darker tattoos and his face was decorated with bone piercings. He walked with such a confident gait while the restless horde shifted among the trees. He wore a large, circular shield on his left arm, and in his right hand there dragged a black cudgel. The weapon was carried with effect, with intent. He wanted our gaze to shift to it, for it to ensnare our attention. The show unsettled me down to my very core. I could have sworn the akar was
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