Just as he left the palace, someone caught up with him. It was Enkai.
"Erik!" he greeted to get his attention as he jogged up to him from behind.
Erik looked over his shoulder and halted in his steps. "Hey, old man," he greeted back, a curious eyebrow raised. "What can I do for you?"
Enkai's powerful body came to a stop next to him. As usual when not in combat, he wore traditional Maasai clothing. Two pieces of red shuka cloth covered his body, one around the waist, and one across the right shoulder. Several beaded decorations also hung from his neck.
His skin dark and hair black, he wore a short, well-trimmed beard beneath a pair of brown eyes, the signature colour of werelions.
