"Do you three know why I have called you out of seclusion?" Grand Elder Macie asked slowly.
Before her, two young men and a young woman stood. They couldn't have looked more different, each one having a height difference so great from the other that it almost seemed designed.
The tallest of them was bare-chested and strapped a club almost as long as his body across his back. He would have looked like a barbarian if not for the polished black pearls around his neck and the immaculately pressed, black hammer pants on his bottoms.
He would have been exceptionally well-dressed if not for the lack of the shirt, but when one paid attention to the club strapped to his back, it didn't seem that this was by choice.
There was an eerie black fog coming from it that seemed to swallow everything in its path up… including weak fabric.
His pants didn't seem to be affected. But unfortunately, he had never had a proper shirt or robes to match with them.
