That person's face was covered in rune-like markings, similar to tattoos, which made it hard to tell his age. He gave off a humanoid Bloodline, possibly elven, mixed with a beast race.
While staring closely at Niara, he ended up locking eyes with Darian. The man's pupils shrank, and a greedy expression spread across his face. It was an unmistakably lewd and malicious look.
Whenever Darian's fury reached a certain level, he always appeared calm. Without looking directly into his icy eyes, no one would be able to notice the change in his emotions.
"Who is he? Why is he so arrogant?" Niara asked calmly.
