Pale complexion

Frey blinked. "Oh. I'm sorry for your loss."

Elero nodded. "It's alright. Now you know about him, and I'd like to leave it at that." She finished the last of the rubbings and lay them on the ground. The others took their light crystals out to form a dome of light at the center of the large, dark chamber. Elero took one look at the notes before turning to Thomas with a concerned look. "Did you get injured in the earlier fight?"

"Not really," Thomas shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

"You're extremely pale," Frey said, looking at Thomas with the same expression as Elero.

"I'm fine," Thomas insisted. "Let's just get this done and get out of here."

Frey nodded: "Now let's establish what we know: the light-based inscriptions depict the map of Draken Capital."