Tarn looked at the man who for ten years had been
his superior, and even sometimes his friend. Time hasn’t
changed him much. He looked much the same as he had —
thinning black hair, average height, average build. In short,
there was nothing distinguishing about the man — save
his eyes. His piercing blue eyes were a window to the man’s
intelligence, the one thing about him that was not average
in any way.
“Guilty of what?
“No, milord.” The boy must have run all the way here.
His skin was white as snow, and Tarn saw that the boy was
not only exhausted, but terrified. “Something….. something
not…. human. Some sort of….. demon.” With that, he fell
silent.