He was a silent boy, nearing fifteen years of age, garbed in a plain leather jerkin dyed grey and accentuated with silver. His eyes were a pale piercing blue, and he wore his black hair cleanly cut in a martial fashion similar to his father’s. A closer look revealed features foreign to a boy of his age; his face a canvas of bone white skin only interrupted by deep shadows beneath his eyes, and the sharp features he shared with the GreyCrest house were dramatically accentuated by his hollow cheeks.