บท 232: • An Exception To An Exception

"Spheris Arnadel! [Sun's Enemy], Pathfinder of the Heaths, Realmkiller of the Abyss, and the shadow walking thief from Oldracken," Jared Quinterbell exclaimed with a smile. "Just the right bloke that I was dyin to meet."

Spheris raised an eyebrow. It had been a while since he heard a strong Third Winger accent such as that.

Jared Quinterbell was a Bearer from Axbell, Third Wing. He looked like a well learned young man, with a sharp, chiseled face, his jaw like the tip of an arrow's head.

His formal attire complimented this distinguished look. It consisted of a nicely tailored suit in a dark, rich fabric, paired with a crisp white shirt, a golden pocket watch hanging by his chest pocket.

A patterned tie, and pants made of the finest myrethian. Polished shoes, shiny cufflinks, and a perfume of hibiscus hovered in the air around him.

His dark brown eyes had a glint of adventure and mystery, and his smile was full of mischievous excitement.