Raegar watched as one moment the wraiths were there; the next, they were ash. The stranger reappeared before him with a big smile. ''Who are you, boy? And why does a Tier One Mage believe he can fight that thing?'' she asked.
He gazed at the dark-skinned young woman who looked to be his age, clad in leather and metal armor decorated with knives and other weapons, which amazed him, the sturdy plates shielding her vital areas.
Her short brown hair framed a pair of wide, expressive brown eyes set in a stunning face that could've graced a magazine cover. Yet it was her bold, carefree tomboyish charm that stood out, until her smile flashed, bright and unguarded, hitting him like a quiet thunderbolt.
'She's pretty,' he thought to himself.
Raegar shook his head and answered. ''Well, I was fighting with the Tier Two, but then the Death Wraith appeared.''
