Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26444332-20170404193446/@comment-26444332-20170405001842

'I thought so too.' murmurs Azarias. 'But here we stand. Have you ever seen spellcraft or apparel like mine? For that matter, have you ever seen someone who looks like me?' he says, drawing attention to his probably-odd appearance.

His clothing is strange for a lava waste: he is well-dressed in a white dress-shirt, bolo, black dress-pants, a grey vest, and a black trench coat down to his shins. His eyes are a deep blue. His hair is a stark white, flickering with rainbow colors when the sun strikes it, like spun glass reaching down his back: bound into a ponytail by a ring of bronze.