At first glance, one could easily mistake one of the creatures in the sunken courtyard for a human. But under the bright light of the pale moon, it became apparent that this being, beautiful and majestic as it was, was anything but human.
It was tall with the perfect lean body of an average man. However, his skin was molten gray, and two red horns that curved like crescent moons protruded from his head. He had long hair which hung in straight, pale strands all the way past his waist, and he was dressed in a dark, form-fitting tunic layered with fur-trimmed armor. That and the long, patterned fabric tassel earring dangling from his ear gave him the look of a Viking.
There were red tattoos drawn on his forehead and shoulders, and his eyes were nothing but red, shining pools. He hugged a spear which had a really long blade at the tip, and his right hand held what seemed to be a small green globe.
