| *Aramazil notices the horrified expressions on several children as the catch a glimpse of his skin, and pulls his cowl over his head tighter*
Aramazil: I believe that anything suspicious almost immediatly links you to the crimes around here.
[Aramazil Mumbles to himself: Just like everywhere I go, my race is shunned....]
__________________ Hope requires the contender,
Who sees no virtue in surrender,
From the cradle to the bier,
Heart must persevere.
- The Book of Counted Joys  |