There was a blazon on his arm as well, the mark of some foreign house. His familiar well-worn armor was gone, replaced by violet-tinted scale armor with bright silvery tracings.
The scales of his face had grown paler around the edges, but Clanless Mehen still looked as if he could wrestle down a dire bear himself.
Her father stood on the first of the three stairs that led down from the portal, unmoving.
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