The man was speaking Latin, the broken kind a tourist would learn while visiting the country to impress friends back home, yet it was still clear enough to a native like Malrik.
Is this monster the man those girls were talking about? He kept his eyes fixed on him, shock widening them until they stung.
He felt certain now that Isolde and Veyla were not simply Velari but belonged to the same race as Adyr. The way this newcomer seemed to know the girls confirmed it, hinting that he was also like Adyr, someone with Elder Race blood running in his veins.
The only difference was that the girls were not Practitioners, while this man clearly was. The thought made Malrik swallow hard. He wanted to ask his name, yet the sticky, burning pain in his throat left him coughing instead of speaking.
Fortunately, he did not need to ask, because the other 2 Umbraens asked in his place.
"Who are you? With what courage do you interfere in the Umbraens' business and kill one of us?"
