Everyone swung their head in that direction and at first nothing moved in the light of the hall, then the air flickered and as if a curtain had been removed, a man was seen casually leaning against the wall.
"Well," the man said with a lazy drawl. "So you are not all hopeless. To think you can catch my high-level illusion."
Belialthorn sat down with a snort. "Don't flatter yourself. Your little enchanted sword isn't any way close to high illusion." He should know. Kat had been able to weave high-level illusions.
"Asheran?" Seraphina asked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"You know him?" Alaric asked.
The man was dressed in a fitting moss-colored cloth, his dark hair was braided and coiled atop his head like a crown. On his ears hung earrings of feathers. Asheran looked up to show his smooth chiseled face and his bright green eyes. Cold eyes. Around his waist hung two swords of different lengths.
