Khy'eras

"I'm a what?" Raen sat in Elára's office, sitting across from the Quimellë. The severe woman regarded him with a steady gaze. As always, she was the picture of pure composure. Her back straight, she was as still as a hawk watching her prey. But this time, her eyes weren't so hard. "Y...

"Thank you." He mumbled. Usually, the Elven Bard would have spent a good while flirting with this woman, who still seemed to have a twinkle in her eye when she saw him, as sickly as he was. Maybe if he removed his scarf and showed her the hideous rash that covered half of his cheek and ch...

Raen was relieved when Calem put the foul smelling liquid away. Grimacing a little. "I couldn't live with bad breath and a hideous face! I'd never work again? Well ... perhaps in a freak show." He complained. The young Elf allowed himself to be guided to a chair. It felt good to have someo...