Northstar Vale I don't mean to be guarded, I don't mean to be rude

A soldier? Zulema asked.

Of course this monstrous man was a soldier. Antigone’s dark eyes were shrewd upon him. He was a stranger who claimed to have been accepted into their home. The boy’s sister did not seem too bothered by his presence or the sight of his ghastly scars. Antigone could not say that he felt the same. The features of this soldier – Reyson – made his skin crawl.

Antigone, he offered his name coldly to the man. The red-hooded boy stepped closer to his sister in hopes that her familiarity would soothe his ruffled feathers.