Skaris
“I will kill them, I swear to the old gods, I will kill them!” Travian was raging in the dark corners of his small room, where he had led Skaris and Jade. His hood had long fallen on his shoulders, revealing his long dark hair, with its single white strand shining like a sunbeam in a sea of black. His cold blue eyes screamed murder; his posture bristled with rage.
“No, you will not. Now that Anya Seftha is dead we need to think this clearly” Skaris started patiently, having already made peace with himself. He didn’t continue his thought, however, as both his friends were staring at him with confusion.
“What do you mean?” Jade asked first, shifting her gaze between Skaris and Travian, who seemed as perplexed as she was.
“Anya was killed almost a week ago. I saw it with my own eye
