The creature before you is obviously not ikilid or ikialn. He is taller and broader, more fleshy and thickset. His hair is lank and dull, lacking any sort of sheen, and some of it actually grows on his face! Though he is fleshy, it is not from overeating. If anything, he looks haggard and emaciated, as far as you are a judge. His broad, ugly features seem to be set in permanent weariness and despair.
Though Dalnar is a large world, with many strange and interesting things to be found, it seems to you likely that this creature was not born here. Either that or is a freak.
"Abral's friend, are you?" he says wearily.
Well, I'm used to people staring. It's not like anyone around here has ever seen a human before.
Yes, this spell I'm maintaining is to hide the stink of necromancy. Before you call for the mancermortes you should know I'm a guest of Starhome-upon-the-Widewindy, under the protection of Astromancer Edina. Anyway the tale of why I reek of death magic is a long one, and I don't have to excuse myself to you.
(He looks away, expression haunted by some memory of unspeakable horror). Edina says you ikilids wouldn't have done the same as my people did if our situations were reversed, and I suppose given your circumstances she's probably right. Still, you'll get your chance to decide soon enough.
Ask your questions, then. At least speaking is less an intrusion than delving into my mind.
Edit: Nate Jones disclaimer. I have two character interviews with the name Uthiel in them. It's a recycled name for two different characters. Probably should have kept a better eye on that.
[This message has been edited by Natej11 (edited July 10, 2009).]