Azkar grew still for a moment, the expression on his face was difficult to decipher.
There was a look of displeasure in his eyes, yet those eyes were obviously missing a look of surprise and it was hard to tell if Azkar just did not let his surprise show or he simply was not surprised to know that there was someone else out here.
"Why, Kaz? Are you not going to say a word to me?" The voice came again.
Azkar clenched his fists even tighter, so tightly, his fingernails tore into the skin of his palm.
"Do not ever...call me that again..." Azkar warned in a dark, deadly tone as he got up to his feet.
Azkar turned around slowly to face the woman who stood behind him, clad in a black dress and a glinting iron mask that completely covered her entire face, hiding away all her features from view.
It was a mask quite similar to Azkar's own mask, only that while Azkar's mask was black, this was made of iron.
