Flanking Veyra were her mates. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Those were the guys she settled for?
They were scruffy, dull, slumped-shoulder males who looked like they'd apologize to a leaf for stepping on it. Compared to my line-up of absolute gods, her husbands looked like sickly mutts.
Behind them stood Kaelor, broad-shouldered, seeming very powerful. I wonder… Did he ever make it as a beast warrior? Seeing how hollowed out he was, I guess not. He looks like a beast with no purpose.
And finally, my 'father', Rakan. Rakan looked old. His hair was gray, his spine was bent, and he carried a heavy, makeshift pack on his back like a beaten beast of burden.
They had come to beg. They had come to ask the 'great and wealthy rulers of the West Way' for a place to survive the winter. And they had absolutely no idea whose house they had just walked into.
