Alyssa gazed upon the malevolent figure of the man who had done his utmost to try and kill her countless times. He was tall, muscularly built, some scars on his face with short back hair, and brown skin; he presented an imposing figure as the four cloaked servants began to place his armor, boots and other articles of clothing on him. All the while he didn’t say a word, he just gazed at Alyssa as if he was inspecting a creature that he was about to sacrifice and wanted to make certain that it was as good as he wanted it to be.
“I have waited ages for this moment, Sorceress Sharr.” Saeraboth Drund said softly as he walked towards Alyssa now fully clothed; his servants backed away with their heads bent down, and it was only then that she noticed all of the soldiers were kneeling. Only Prefect Doth and herself were standing. The gaze of his fiery dark eyes bore deep into Alyssa’s light brown eyes; she felt herself unable to speak or move.