Jacob lowered both his arms as if being shy in front of the ladies. Then slowly raised his right hand and waved towards the guests.
"There are no mana threads.." Ilvanya muttered.
Vidalia was also staring at Jacob, trying to sense the source of mana flowing inside the sacrium golem.
"His name is Jacob," Damian introduced the shy golem since the silence was becoming quite awkward. "We just made another body for him. A living, intelligent relic from the Highsword dungeon. Probably last of his race."
Hearing his words just added more to their curiosity. But when he said the last line, both elves showed expressions of pained understanding. Elves, for all their powers and beauty, were also a near extinct species.
