Rakahn was led to the base's entrance, located behind the combat zone.
As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder who would demand to see both him and Cliff. Who would dare claim such a right?
If it were a member of the fortress, the soldiers would have already identified them, and Rakahn wouldn't need to intervene. But if this person came from the outside, the situation demanded his full attention.
The clans had been isolated for centuries. Rakahn couldn't recall any recent contact with other inhabitants of the forest. Who could it possibly be? The answer would only come face-to-face.
When he reached the destination, he spotted the stranger, sitting nonchalantly on a wooden barricade.
It was a man with slightly pointed ears, though not as long as those of elves. He wore a sumptuous tunic adorned with intricate patterns, along with other luxurious garments. His long hair, golden like a cascade of light, shimmered in the daylight. His beauty was almost unreal.
