The stranger remained motionless.
Only those yellow eyes could be seen clearly in the darkness.
Eryndor stepped forward, placing himself between Rin and the unknown figure.
"Who are you?"
The stranger tilted his head.
"That is the question you should be asking yourself."
Eryndor frowned.
"I asked you a question."
"And I heard you."
The voice was calm, almost gentle. That somehow made it worse.
Rin stared at the figure.
Aelion?
No answer.
Aelion, do you know him?
Silence.
Rin swallowed.
The stranger took another step.
Light from the room finally reached his face.
He looked young. Perhaps only a few years older than Rin's current appearance.
His hair was pale, almost silver, and his eyes carried the same strange color that Rin had seen before.
But there was something wrong with him.
He looked like someone who had been waiting for a very long time.
"You shouldn't be here," the stranger said.
Eryndor's expression hardened.
"We could say the same about you."
