He made another noise, then crunched a few steps away. “Take off their blindfolds. We have nothing to hide from the likes of them.”
Rough hands yanked at my hair as the knots were untied, then the blindfold was pulled away and I saw him.
He stood a metre or so away, arms folded across the broad expanse of his chest. He wore dark cloth trousers and a similar tunic, with sturdy leather boots tied to his knees. Draped over his shoulders was a thick black fur cloak, which was clasped in the front with the tarnished bronze face of a bear. Tall and powerful, he watched us with dark eyes beneath thick, beetled brows; his hair was long and curled, pulled back from his face with a single braid down the side. Continue reading