High Lord Dirar was shorter than Ashlynn had expected.
It was an odd thought when coupled with a man who easily stood head and shoulders taller than her, but from the descriptions she'd heard, she'd expected a man who could match even Hauke for height. Instead, she was greeted by a man who'd stand eye to eye with Virve, Georg, or the other members of the Clan of the Great Claw.
Dirar's proportions matched those of a thoroughbred racehorse, lean and elegant without the bulk of a knight's warhorse. His features complemented his physique perfectly, giving him a countenance that was both delicate and refined in a way that bordered on feminine without quite crossing the line.
