Master Jeshn Yervaan
He was a man taller than Valstohl, with a well-trained athletic body, presently drenched in sweat, his brown skin showing through the sheer white top that clung to his upper body’s frame, accentuating his broad muscular chest and impressively big shoulders above strong biceps. Jeshn smiled broadly without showing his teeth, his finely defined square face was accented by an elegantly trimmed moustache with its ends curved upwards. His long proportioned and hooded eyes were in striking balance with the length and point of his nose, both exuding an eagle-like piercing gaze, which was now scanning Gulaan from head to toe and then back up.
“I am sorry I came as I did” Gulaan said in monotone, he anticipated as much that the conversation would eventually linger around his condition.
“You were lucky, and I wish I had known you were in the city…by no means would I have allowed you to leave at dusk. They told me that very night in the city when you had arrived, and then had left. I was beyond angry to discover they did not insist on bringing you to me! You should not have had to suffer the way you did!” Jeshn leaned forward his hands clasped together as though he was apologizing sincerely.
“Jeshn the thugs could have attacked anybody who was traveling at that hour” said Gulaan indifferently.
“Yes, but no one travels at that hour on that road, and you did not know that! The elites you met in the city did know that, and yet, they did not stop you! And that infuriates me!” Jeshn said emphatically.