Again! How did we not sense this person? Markos inwardly cursed. His jaw tightened as he flared at the newcomer.
"Who are you?" Markos demanded with a growl, stepping in front of his mother and Sintija with his blade gripped tightly in his hands. His heart raced at the sudden possibility of an ambush.
"What fool who seeks to harm you announces themselves like this?" Auseklis softly chided him.
The man stepped forward, his hair was peppered with gray and chin was covered in rough stubble and his left eye was an icy blue. An eye patch covered his right eye. His face was that of a man haunted, pale, and gaunt. "I am someone who knows where you will go and what will happen if you do."
Markos appraised the man. Why am I only now sensing this man is capable of wielding the Word but it is faint like…
"You're wearing maraium," he commented softly. The man's lone eyes flicked to him at the comment as he took another step forward.
