Interesting, Adyr thought, watching the brief exchange unfold.
He had heard of Kharom not long ago, mentioned directly by Sevrak. A prodigy of the Umbraen race who reached Rank 2 at a young age. Sevrak's grandson.
When Adyr first encountered Sevrak, his initial impression was that the man possessed immense strength, but also an untrustworthy disposition. Now, seeing how others treated the Umbraens, it wasn't hard to understand why. Their kind clearly didn't enjoy much favor beyond their own borders.
Not that it seemed to matter to them. Favor, reputation, diplomacy—none of it held weight in a world ruled by strength. With enough power, even enemies were nothing more than background noise.
Adyr made a mental note of their arrogance and recklessness as he turned toward the shop operated by the man of the aquatic races.
"Umbraens… Wherever they go, misfortune follows, huh?" He said casually, striking up a conversation.
