All were strong and swarthy, some darker of skin than others. Their eyes were mainly blue or grey and of a greater intensity than most Andaryans’. They were stocky rather than tall, the two by the entrance being exceptions. Their ages ranged from twenty-five to fifty-five, Ky-shan being one of the oldest. Two were much younger than the rest, younger than either Sullyan or Robin, and one of these, judging by his features, was Ky-shan’s son. The men crowded silently around, surrounding the two Albians. Sullyan felt her Captain grow nervous and took care to hide her own discomfort. Standing confidently at Ky-shan’s side, she openly assessed his band. Most of them stared right back at her, but a few wouldn’t meet her gaze. Eventually, her eyes came to rest on Ky-shan’s son, and she probed his mind delicately. She caught the aura of raw, untrained talent and the promise of strength. The youngster didn’t respond and sullenly avoided her gaze. Withdrawing her attention, she turned to face Ky-shan.
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