Chapter 52: Worry, Part 2

Raffé could have guessed Edvin's abilities by his frailness. His dark, brown-black skin seemed dull, leeched of healthy color and paper thin, and the bones of his fingers and wrists were painfully prominent. If not for the fact they were essentially half-demons and so naturally bestowed hellish magics, the Princes would fare no better for using them. But the Shadowmarch, Shades, and Dredknights, like the rest of the Legion, could do things the Princes would never be able to.

Edvin gave them a brief bow then moved in closer and leaned over Raffé's shoulder. The way he kept shifting made it clear he still could not see well. Nudging him back, Raffé stood and slipped by, then urged Edvin down into his seat while he stood next to Méo.