You notice everyone else is a decent amount ahead of you when all of a sudden you hear a smarmy voice in your ear. One that wasn't friendly, not at all.

[color=ed1c24]"Oi. Where d'you think 'yer goin'?"[/color]

You feel your feet halt in place as you turn to see Yashar's student, his hand raised and his eyes visible. His crimson-colored eyes. He was a half elf, not much larger than you, but his robes told you all of what he was. In his free hand held a blood-red sword, gleaming in the rising sun as if it was freshly tinted.

[color=ed1c24]"You got a commitment you gotta fill."[/color]