Sylene had learned a great deal while wandering the bustling markets in search of work. Especially about 'the giants'. No wonder Hilda could "see" through him—perhaps her gift with herbs and potions allowed her to sense the faint traces of the camouflage or diluted potions he wore.
The 'giants' dwelled near the mountain area, where herbs were abundant. The herbs were managed by a group of giant hybrids like Hilda, but the towering hybrid guards that patrolled the streets didn't intimidate him nearly as much as Hilda's silent gaze.
There was something unsettling about her red eyes—cold and eerie—but Sylene knew it was only appearance. She had never asked questions, never pried, and had even allowed him to sleep under her roof.
