Meeting Nearnal's Mayor

"You the mayor?"

Isaac's gaze couldn't have been more scornful if he tried.

He looked at the man before him as if he were filth—something to be scraped off the bottom of his shoe and promptly forgotten.

That was one of Isaac's greatest traits—if one could call it that. He was a man of brutal honesty, his emotions displayed as openly as words on a page. There was no guessing how he felt about someone. If he thought you were trash, it was written all over his face.

Unfortunately, his emotional range was rather limited—to the worst emotions imaginable. Disdain. Fury. Contempt. It was no surprise that most saw him as a ruthless tyrant. And to be fair, they weren't entirely wrong.

A smile? That was a rare thing on his lips. And when it did appear, it was never out of kindness. The only time he truly grinned was when he was taking perverse enjoyment in delivering a speech to a condemned prisoner just seconds before their execution.