"Thank you for bringing us the Black Dragon and prosperity, High Priest,"
He knelt on one knee, his head level with his knee, and Lyle could see the muscles bulging on his back like stone carvings, small mounds rising with his shoulder blades squeezing out from the side of his dark grey wolf skin cloak, making the connected straps taut. He stood up, a small cloud of dust rose from beneath his moving feet, and Lyle felt a soreness in his neck as he looked up at the white patterned face.
Ocangas, chief of the Ancient Human Clans. High-bridged nose, thin lips, deep brown eyes set in a square face, those eyes clear and bright without any bad emotions like intimidation or disdain. A scar extended from his left eyebrow, across the corner of his eye to his cheek, adding a touch of ferocity and fierceness to this tall man.
