Rhoanna spoke to the unit commander in hushed tones. He wore the same golden armor as his men, but had passed through a few more winters, and his authority was obvious from the respect his men showed him. Falamar noticed that black tattoos snaked up from under his armor and wrapped around his neck and his left hand was covered with intricate tattoos, which was highly unusual for a commander of the Radiant Guard. He also looked pained, stressed beyond even the ravages of war. Rhoanna walked back to where Falamar and the crew waited. "Who is the commander? He looks afraid of more than death."