The Ring Thief - Chapter 3 - The Gathering
Chapter 3 - The Gathering “Woahhh there,” Han stepped back, shaking his hands defensively, “I didn’t mean any harm. I just…saw what happened. You alright?” Taenith snarled at the man with his wings extended outward. When his vision cleared, he got a better look at the stranger. His eyes were slightly angled, unlike the native humans of this region. His skin color was different too, neither white nor tan. Rather, it was an olive brown. Taenith was so fixated on examining the stranger, that he barely noticed him extend a hand outwards with a nervous smile. It was a strained attempt, however, as the tip of Taenith’s scimitar threatened to tear into his flesh. “Get out of my way,” Taenith huffed, stowing his scimitar. He then folded his wings and pushed past the feeble human, nearly knocking him over in the process. Regaining his composure, Han noticed a pair of guards approaching through the gathering crowd of onlookers. One of them, who Han recognized from the gate, poi...