1954 Nineteen (Part 2)

'Maybe he's even the Master they are talking about. That or he's the bravest man on Mogar.' Tryssa had no idea that Lith was simply ignorant.

Names that would scare a wiser and older man were just cringy to him.

She couldn't afford to underestimate her opponents anymore so she took a long look at Lith with Life Vision. He was the second weakest of the group after Elphyn, but that could be explained by a cloaking ring.

Tryssa ignored her sight and focused on her nose, smelling a faint trace of Eldritch Abomination from him.

'I knew it! As long as they are in human form, their power is suppressed but they can't hide their smell.' She thought, finding no joy in her discovery.

"What are you exactly?" Tryssa asked Lith. "Before I go back to the Council, I need to know who we are dealing with."

"I'm nineteen." He gave the flabbergasted Fae thumbs up without moving from his chair.