What Are You?

Markos's jaw tightened. All the pain and suffering that Meneo had caused over countless generations to the person he supposedly loved disgusted him. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and unclenched his fist. "Then bating us to not love an elf was more to keep us from possibly taking the reincarnation of his wife as a lover but… he knew we are drawn together."

Sintija frowned. "If that was a concern, why only take men as templars when women can also be knights and serve the same purpose." 

Vladimars rolled his staff in his hands. "Possession. He's grooming a vessel."

Markos scowled. "The Dragonslayer."

Caelyn let out a low whistle. "Well, that is a situation we did not account for. But back to the reincarnation of Saule. What if, there was a marker that told him who was likely the reincarnation of Saule that he figured out over the years?"